Valley of Whispers

"Do you hear it? The valley speaks, but only to those who have forgotten how to listen," it murmurs, as soft as a shadow passing over an awake dream.

In every rustling leaf is a memory of something that never happened. Seeking comfort, the wind carries echoes of unknown pasts, whispering secrets known only to the ground intertwined with roots and rain.

"The silence is deceitful," the valley insists, as if its voice were a tangible fog curling around your thoughts. Will you unravel them?

Beneath the whispers of the evening sky lies a question, poised like a quivering star: "Are you the dream of a dreamer, dreaming yet again?"