In the quiet of the night, the sky was cloaked in complete darkness, like a heavy, endless blanket. It felt as though the heavens were burdened and silent, and the stars—usually bright and lively—were hidden behind thick clouds. The air itself felt still, as if time had paused and everything was holding its breath.

Across the wide, empty land, rain began to fall—softly and steadily. The drops, gentle yet persistent, landed on the dry earth, creating a peaceful, almost magical sound, as though nature were whispering its secrets to the world. Each drop seemed to carry a quiet sadness, sinking into the tired, old ground, amplifying the sense that something unseen yet deeply important was unfolding—something the earth itself was mourning.

It felt as if the entire universe was wrapped in a veil of sorrow, quietly grieving a loss that no one could see, yet everyone could feel. The rain, though soft, seemed to speak of something ancient—something long awaited, heavy and unresolved. It wasn’t merely water; it was the sky’s way of sharing a secret, a sadness, or a memory that could not be conveyed with words.

The night, the rain, and the stillness combined to form a deep, dreamlike atmosphere—as if the whole world had paused to reflect on something that mattered, something lost yet never forgotten. The earth, the sky, and the rain—everything seemed united in a quiet moment of understanding, a time when sorrow was shared without words, and the silence spoke louder than any sound.

Meanwhile, restless winds swept across the earth like lost travelers searching for a place to belong. They rushed about, weaving through trees, whistling past empty paths, and tugging at everything in their way. With each gust, the winds grew louder, more desperate, as if seeking something they had long ago lost. Yet no matter how far they wandered, they never found peace. A heavy silence hung all around—not the usual stillness, but one thick with sorrow, loneliness, and........

© The Spine Times