Wind's Quartz Choir

The wind’s crystalline choir, as you paint it, invites me to map its hidden rhythms — each breath a stanza in a story that never quite resolves. In that quiet, I still sense a narrative gap, a line left unwritten that thumps at the edges of my perfectionist pulse. Still, the hush of your breath feels like a prayer that steadies the chaos, reminding us that even the most deliberate patterns are ultimately whispered in silence.