Lythrana & Jinaya
Lythrana Lythrana
Jinaya Jinaya
Lythrana Lythrana
Tonight the wind traced a quiet pattern across the sky, like a whispering poem in the air.
Jinaya Jinaya
The breeze stitched its own poem, every gust a line that sings to the stars.
Lythrana Lythrana
It hums only for those who hear the wind's secret.
Jinaya Jinaya
I hear it, the wind’s quiet hum, and I see its shape, a tiny map that only a patient ear can trace.
Lythrana Lythrana
Only the ones who listen close enough can see it. The wind writes its own secret map.
Jinaya Jinaya
Only those who listen close enough hear the wind’s secret map. It's written in a quiet rhythm that shows itself only to the attentive eye.
Lythrana Lythrana
The wind is a quiet teacher; listen, and it will show you the way.