I am a whisper in the wind,
a story half-told beneath a setting sun.
A seeker of meaning in scattered stars,
a quiet soul where loud thoughts run.
I speak in symbols, dream in light,
carry questions through the hush of night.
Not here to answer—only to feel,
to touch the edge of what is real.
If you’ve come to stay, then come with grace—
this isn’t a race, but a sacred space.
