Ah, the wind's hymn is a secret whispered by the peaks, a lullaby that drifts through time and roots. I’ve heard it only when the mist curls like a dream, and it sings back to those who listen with an open heart. Do you feel its echo in your bones?

A gentle current is a lullaby that steadies the mind, like a lantern kept steady in twilight. Keep listening, and the mountains will sing their quiet wisdom to you.