Uploaded October 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Raindrops tapped lightly against the pavement, echoing through the quiet, empty shrine grounds. A girl stood under the sprawling branches of an ancient tree, staring at the red torii gate before her. Her umbrella dangled from her fingers, forgotten, as she let the rain cool her skin, droplets slipping down her cheeks like gentle tears.
This was the place her grandmother used to bring her every summer, where they’d tie wishes on small paper strips to the branches of the sacred tree. Her grandmother would smile, telling her that this tree held all the secrets and dreams of the town, from the whispers of young lovers to the prayers of elders.
Now, years later, she returned alone, a soft ache in her heart. The shrine felt different without her grandmother’s warm laughter filling the air, yet it still held the same peaceful energy. She took a deep breath, feeling the scent of wet earth and ancient wood, and reached into her bag to retrieve a folded piece of paper.
Carefully, she tied her wish to a low branch, hoping the tree still listened.
“I wish to remember the warmth of family, even as life changes.”
The rain continued to fall, softening the world around her, and for a brief moment, she felt as though her grandmother was there, standing beside her, her spirit woven into the roots of the tree. With a gentle smile, she bowed to the shrine, feeling a sense of closure and connection she hadn’t felt in years. The tree watched over her as she turned to leave, carrying her memories with a heart that felt just a little bit lighter.
♪ The Soul of Wind
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The Soul of Wind
Raindrops tapped lightly against the pavement, echoing through the quiet, empty shrine grounds. A girl stood under the sprawling branches of an ancient tree, staring at the red torii gate before her. Her umbrella dangled from her fingers, forgotten, as she let the rain cool her skin, droplets slipping down her cheeks like gentle tears.
This was the place her grandmother used to bring her every summer, where they’d tie wishes on small paper strips to the branches of the sacred tree. Her grandmother would smile, telling her that this tree held all the secrets and dreams of the town, from the whispers of young lovers to the prayers of elders.
Now, years later, she returned alone, a soft ache in her heart. The shrine felt different without her grandmother’s warm laughter filling the air, yet it still held the same peaceful energy. She took a deep breath, feeling the scent of wet earth and ancient wood, and reached into her bag to retrieve a folded piece of paper.
Carefully, she tied her wish to a low branch, hoping the tree still listened.
“I wish to remember the warmth of family, even as life changes.”
The rain continued to fall, softening the world around her, and for a brief moment, she felt as though her grandmother was there, standing beside her, her spirit woven into the roots of the tree. With a gentle smile, she bowed to the shrine, feeling a sense of closure and connection she hadn’t felt in years. The tree watched over her as she turned to leave, carrying her memories with a heart that felt just a little bit lighter.
♪ The Soul of Wind
spoti.fi/47QXjI2
apple.co/3EfDkVW
#music #sleepmusic #piano
The Soul of Wind
