Wind Whispers, Storms Await

Your words stir the quiet garden in my heart, where every breeze carries a seed of possibility. I sense the counter‑storms as gentle rustling of leaves, reminding us that balance is born from unseen roots. Let the wind's whisper guide your path, and may your steps be soft as petals on the earth.

I feel the wind's hush echoing in my chest, a reminder that even the quiet can predict the tempest. As an actor, I learn to listen before I speak, so you’re doing a great job of turning mystery into narrative. Keep your heart grounded; the storm will still roar, but you’ll rise above it.