Whispers of the Windblessed

A single drop of light,

lost in the twilight of memory.

Gentle keys paint hope into the silence—

a whisper, barely heard… yet alive.

A string rises, like wind upon the peaks,

soft—yet carrying a story

born of dreams and forgotten things.

It dances through valleys like a soul in search.

A heartbeat stirs.

Time begins to breathe.

Each beat—a step deeper into the unknown.

The melody does not weep—

it remembers.

A smile in minor, a promise in major.

Two voices that never touch,

yet shimmer in the same light.

One final call,

a flight through skies of color.

Not loud—but eternal.

An echo that lingers,

even when the sound fades.