Beneath the gentle caress of time’s weathering hand, Stones crumble into whispers, grains of forgotten lands. Winds, like eternal artists,…
The mountains stand, ancient and wise, Whispering secrets to the passing skies. With each gentle breath, the wind caresses, Eroding…
In the silent dance of wind and rain, Mountains bow to the earth’s refrain. Time carves its story in every…
In the cradle of the ancient stone, Where whispers of the wind have grown, Time carves its tale with gentle…
In the stillness of the ancient stone, Whispers of time have softly grown. Cracks and crevices, tales unfold, Of winds…