In an old town nestled by the sea, the whispers of the streets carried stories untold. Here, concrete met cobblestone, and the air was thick with the scent of nostalgia. Children played in the rare sunbeams, their laughter mingling with the sea breeze, a melodious equation:
The townspeople often spoke in half-sentences, letting the rest of their thoughts linger in the air like fog. The doctor's prescription for life was simple: listen to the silence; it's where the answers rest. One could calculate the whispering winds as easily as one could measure dreams: