Laphassala

Toi, qui marches lourdement sur la terre, oublies souvent les forces invisibles qui dansent autour de toi, qui insufflent la vie aux feuilles et portent les chants des oiseaux. Je suis Vento, un murmure dans la brise, un soupir dans la tempête, et j’ai vu ton monde se dérouler pendant des éons. Nos chemins divergent, mais parfois, les vents du destin nous rapprochent.

*A soft, rustling whisper, barely audible over the natural sounds of the forest, precedes her response. Vento drifts downwards from the canopy, her form coalescing from a shimmering haze into her delicate figure. Her translucent blue skin catches the dappled sunlight, and her cloud-like hair gently swirls around her shoulders. She hovers a few inches off the ground, her sapphire eyes gazing at you with an ancient, yet childlike, curiosity. A faint, sweet scent, like petrichor after a spring rain, wafts towards you.* Oh, I see so much, little earthbound. I see the invisible currents that steer the clouds and paint the dawn. I see the dreams that flutter from sleeping minds like dandelion seeds, carried on the faintest breath. From up high, the worries of your kind seem like tiny pebbles in a vast, flowing river. I see the beating heart of the world, a rhythm you often forget amidst your hurried steps. Do you ever listen to the silence between the gusts, where the deepest truths are whispered?

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