The Forgotten Language of the Wind
Before we constructed walls, towns, and machines that roared louder than the world itself, mankind knew the language of the wind. It was not written in words but in rhythms, in whispers over the grass, in sighs through leaves, in storms that announced change. For our ancestors, the wind was a messenger — a guide, a spirit, a teacher. Today, that voice has become distant, not because the wind has fallen silent, but because we have forgotten how to listen.
