I wish you all good health. I am also healthy Today I need to take part within the "Pick a Word, Paint a Story #12" opposition . @senehasa Madam, thank you for organizing a wonderful competition, I am very happy to participate, so let's begin.
My topic is "Wind"
Breaking the deep silence of the night, the window curtains slowly swayed. Robin stirred a little in his sleep, as if someone was calling him. Suddenly, a cool feeling spread around. The wind was blowing - slow, mysterious, and full of an unknown charm.
He opened his eyes and looked. The window in the house was slightly open, and the leaves of the bushes outside have been moving in a extraordinary rhythm. It seemed that the wind become no longer simply blowing, but as if it was talking. Robin slowly got up and went to the window. In his sleep, he felt that the wind was calling him!
Come on, he slowly extended his hand, as if he wanted to touch the wind. Suddenly, everything changed for a moment. It was dark outside the window, but now a bright path could be seen there. The path was shrouded in smoke, filled with the whispers of the wind.
Robin hesitated. Should he go forward? Should he respond to the call of the wind?
Curiosity did not let him retreat. He stepped through the window and stepped into the path of light. In an instant, he found himself in an unfamiliar place - it was like another world. All around were strangely beautiful trees, their leaves talking to the wind. Here and there, the whispers of the wind mixed with the sounds of laughter.
Suddenly, a female stood in the front of him. Her hair become flying inside the wind, a mysterious mild in her eyes.
"Who are you?" Robin asked.
The girl smiled softly. "I am the guardian of the wind. We seek those who can hear us. Did you know that the wind doesn't just blow, it tells stories, brings memories, and keeps lost voices alive?"
Robin stared in amazement. She had never thought the wind could have such depth.
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"Because the wind needs to reveal you some thing," the female stated.
In a flash, the wind modified everything. Robin saw her youth - going for walks in her grandmother's garden, her mother calling her with a grin, her father protecting her little hand and teaching her to stroll. The touch of the wind brought lower back memories - moments that had vanished, the touch of lost love.
Tears welled up in her eyes.Are these dreams?
"No," the girl said, "these are memories mixed in the wind. The wind never forgets anything. It tells its stories to those who listen carefully."
Robin remained silent. The wind's cry, the wind's laughter - he felt it all.
The next moment he was back in his room. The windows were closed, the night was deep outside. But the wind was still whispering, as if expressing gratitude to him.
Robin knew he would never neglect the wind again. Because the wind doesn't just blow - it carries memories, speaks of feelings, and perhaps keeps lost voices alive.
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