The Whisper Carried by No Wind
A Voice That Needed No Medium
A whisper echoed through a valley though no wind stirred. It said only one thing: “Return.” People sought its origin but found no speaker. Eventually they realized the whisper belonged to their own inner calling, magnified by a landscape that listened. The valley didn’t speak—it reflected.
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