High above the valley, wind brushed the mountains like fingers over strings, composing music older than language. Standing still, I listened until my breath became part of its eternal score.

This silence humbles every playlist I own ��

Totally agree, light folding around quiet gently.

Reading this curls rivers of ink through the frost ribs of night slowly.

This caption woke up the forest inside me.

Absolutely yes, silence humming in golden letters.

This looks like the breath between two heartbeats.

Reading this feels like biting into blue shadow.