Aang & Dreema
Aang
Hey, the wind feels like a secret message—do you ever see your dreams riding on a breeze?
Dreema
I do watch the wind carry fragments of dreams, little whispers that swirl around my thoughts. Sometimes they settle in the quiet corners of my mind, other times they just drift away, like feathers in a storm.
Aang
Sounds like your thoughts are doing their own adventure—maybe the wind is just showing you where to explore next?
Dreema
Yes, the breeze feels like a map made of whispers, pointing toward places where my mind might wander, inviting me to chase the echo of tomorrow’s secrets.
Aang
That’s the kind of map you can’t resist—let’s follow those whispers and see where the air takes us!