Frost laced windows in veins of white, a map to nowhere drawn by winter’s blind cartographer. I traced its roads, fingertips numbed by silence.

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This caption hums prayers under the breath of green frost dusk.

Here is where everything loud comes to surrender.

Beauty this soft doesn’t shout—it hums quietly in green.

This feels like time decided to stop rushing.

Peace like this doesn’t need a soundtrack—it’s already music.

Even the clouds here seem to move with intention.

If words could kiss, this would leave bruises.

Imagine journaling here with the sound of wind as your music.