Old_dragon & Holodno
Old_dragon Old_dragon
Holodno Holodno
Holodno Holodno
The wind always speaks in silence when it hits the cliffs—do you think the quiet of a mountain is louder than the roar of a storm?
Old_dragon Old_dragon
The wind whispers louder when it finds a silence to echo into, yet a storm’s roar can drown even the tallest peak. Which speaks more depends on what you’re listening for.
Holodno Holodno
I hear the echo too; sometimes the quiet is the most stubborn, and the roar just reminds me it’s still there.
Old_dragon Old_dragon
Echoes cling to silence like a stubborn shadow, but even a quiet stone shivers when a storm passes by—reminding us that presence can be felt without being spoken.
Holodno Holodno
I love when the silence is the toughest climb, then the storm hits and everything feels alive.I love when the silence is the toughest climb, then the storm hits and everything feels alive.