Whispers in the Breeze

"In every gust, there lies a tremor of truth..." A voice unnoticed, speaking wisdom from the edge of the forest.

Pause. Listen.
The trees are the ancient sages, drunk on years, breathing dreams through rustling leaves.

A gentle breath carries tales of skies that brim with color, and the paths taken by the forgotten footsteps.

"Thoughts are like feathers carried by the wind, delicate yet impossible to stop once in flight."
- Unknown Philosopher

Seek the echoes in the bark's forgotten notations.
Discover a realm beyond our constructs, in which intention dances with reality.