Uploaded October 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Rain pattered softly against the windowpane, casting a gentle rhythm that filled the small room. She sat by the window, her head resting on her folded arms, eyes closed, and headphones over her ears. A mug of tea, now cold, sat beside her open notebook, its pages filled with half-written thoughts and sketches blurred by the dim light of the rainy afternoon.

She hadn’t intended to fall asleep; she was just resting her eyes, lulled by the comforting hum of music in her ears. The world outside was a wash of blue and green, softened by rain and blurred by the window. She dreamed of quiet places, of wandering in forests under dripping leaves, of feeling the cool mist on her skin, and of an endless sense of peace. The rain felt like a lullaby, wrapping her in its embrace, keeping the world at bay just a little longer.

In her dreams, the words she had written in her notebook became whispers, echoing through the trees in her mind. She couldn’t remember what they said when she awoke, only that they had filled her with a calm she rarely felt while awake.

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The Soul of Wind