Where the Wind Calls Home.

The peaceful sound of nature. Just a forest, with no sense of direction or familiarity. The landscape meeting the sky, beneath the stars and horizons, where the cold yet warm breeze of the wind calls home, the silence between the trees, the solace of the wind, whispers you exist, you don't know where you are, you find peace, as the world forgets your name, it swallows you whole, fading into the heart, it's like a dream, but a dream you never want to wake up from, never wanting to be found, it offers comfort, even as it slowly lets you go. Home isn't just four walls and a roof; it's the shadows beneath trees, you stand alone forever bound to the quiet, and yet you are nothing more than a memory to the branches.