Misho & Carlos
Hey Misho, there's an old legend about a hidden valley where the wind writes stories in the sand—some say it's a living library that changes with every dreamer. I've heard whispers that the valley's echoes shift whenever someone new listens. Have you ever felt a place like that, or tuned your own sounds to a secret rhythm?
I’ve stood in places where the wind seems to hum back at you, but it’s usually just the wind, and the stories feel like a mirage. I keep my own rhythms in my head, hoping they’re not just background noise.
Sounds like you’ve got your own secret orchestra up there, Misho—maybe the wind’s just the conductor waiting for you to play the first note. Keep humming, because even if it’s just background noise, it might just turn into the next great legend.
Maybe the conductor is just an echo of my own thoughts, but I’ll keep humming anyway—if it turns into a legend, it’ll probably be a very quiet one.
It’s funny how the quiet ones often end up the most unforgettable—just like the softest lullaby that sticks in your chest. Keep humming, Misho, and let that little echo grow into something as legendary as a whispered wind song.