At times, the ground feels airy—unsteady. Midway on its journey, the heart seeks the light to follow through the steps towards its arc.

The morning’s soft glow, the dusk’s purple sky, and the speckled stars beckon us to see the world not as it is. Grasping how many wonders in this life we have yet to ponder.

Wandering and returning are what shape this storyline… and even the wind-swept night shall lead us back to dawn.

The further we drift away through the tales, the closer we get to ourselves.