Torouser & Sootshade
Torouser Torouser
Sootshade Sootshade
Torouser Torouser
You ever notice how the wind seems to hide its secrets above the ridge, slipping past the pine needles like a silent thief? It’s the kind of moment that makes you want to climb higher just to catch a glimpse, and then you’re left with nothing but the echo of your own breath. What do you think?
Sootshade Sootshade
I hear the wind’s hush, like a secret left behind. I’d climb higher to catch it, but the only thing that comes up is my own breath, steady and thin. It’s a quiet reminder that the view is worth the climb, even if the wind never gives up its story.
Torouser Torouser
The wind’s stubborn enough to keep its own story to itself, so you end up hearing only the quiet beat of your own breath. That’s not a failure; it’s just the silence that makes the view worth the climb.