The wind speaks in whispers, nobody knows, secrets carried from a line beyond our grasp.
Caught in the quiet between heartbeats, a melody lingers just out of reach. A conversation, perhaps; or a private joke cosmic in its absurdity.
Listen. The stars giggle beneath their breath, echoing secrets we dared not claim.
There's a frequency only the shadows can dance to, resonant in ways we've learned to forget.
Perhaps in another path, you might find nothing sung or freefall whispers.
Or maybe you'd like to revisit where silence shattered waves.