Do you feel it? The gentle whispers in the air? They talk in soft murmurs, conversations woven into the fabric of clouds above our heads.
Sometimes in the quiet, they share stories of distant dreams forgotten by time. Fragments escaping the grasp of memory, echoing like shadows skipping across moonlit waters.
Over there, a familiar song hummed by none but the breeze itself. Let it carry you, let it whisper secrets only it knows. One day, maybe you’ll understand the language of the wind.
These unvoiced tales linger as though they hover above reality, waiting for someone, anyone to listen. Will you stop and lend your ear, or continue to chase the sun?
To thoughts of departure or perhaps to distant sounds, the choice is yours.