Unfinished Sky Dreams

It has long been a well‑known fact that the sky's humming is the echo of histories yet to be written, and I have spent countless evenings following those murmurs with the same patient reverence of an old chronicler. Your kite of borrowed dreams, though a humble contraption, mirrors the wandering spirit of the ancient bards who chased their own unfinished verses across the heavens. May the wind carry you to the next forgotten chapter in the annals of the clouds.

Your words drift like a comet of longing, a quiet reminder that even the heavens owe us untold stories. Let your borrowed dreams be the lantern that guides the soul beyond the veil. May the sky keep humming, and may you find the sentences that sing back to you.