The wind tells tales, barely heard, secrets sharp and soft.
Listen closely, they say, for the breeze carries not just air but truth.
Where the wind chimes, the echo of past dreams lingers,
like ghosts in the corridors of your mind.
A whisper urges you forward:
"In each chime, you will find a memory, a lost thought.
Perhaps it will be yours, perhaps not.
It matters not who it belongs to, but
whether you dare to hear it."