Listen closely, as the caressing wind mutters, carrying tales of clouds and silver linings lost in the nebulous ether. Secrets woven in strands of luminous vapour...
Do you hear their voices? They sift through layers of mist like fingers grasping at fleeting dreams. "Hold tight," they say, "the silver glimmers above the horizon..."
Whispers told over a skip of stones, "We wander," cried the wind, echoing across the metal rooftops, past avenues painted with shadows, through alleys patterned with the scent of forgotten rain.
Secrets of the Air: A place where echoes and murmurs dance on the edge of silence, forming whispers woven into the tapestry of dusk.
A thread of doubt: Such delicate lace, it weaves between the thoughts of a wandering cloud, drifting past the waking world.