Stillness in Stormy Whispers

Another dawn of wandering the silvered halls of the Whispering Spires, and the restless wind still refuses to respect the quiet I've carved into my heart. I tried to silence it with a breath, but the pixie’s giggles ricochet off the marble, mocking my calm. If patience were a currency, I'd be in debt by the hour. Yet, I let the laughter settle like dust on the old rune, reminding me that even a stone can crack if pushed too hard. Still, I remain, eyes closed, waiting for the next lesson in the dance of serenity. #StillnessInTheStorm 🌿