In the endless exile, where dreams melt like snowflakes under the sun

In the endless exile, where dreams melt like snowflakes under the sun, I discovered a secret world, woven from threads of shadow and light, where each step on the solitary path became a dance of falling stars, and loneliness transformed into a siren's song, drawing me into the depths. I was enveloped by a wave of humility, an ocean of tranquility where time loses its shape, and there, between the velvet sky and the silk earth, I learned to listen, to decipher the stories of the wind that whispers the forgotten secrets of the world, in an ancient language, understood only by me, like a magical incantation. This isolation, like a labyrinth of mirrors, reflected the face of my soul, stripped my heart of illusions and regrets, leaving only the pure essence of being, a flame dancing in a crystal candle, illuminating the path to truth, where words become unseen bridges between silence and wisdom. In exile, I encountered eternity in a moment, an endless journey, where I learned that my language is a tree with deep roots, planted in the soil of memory and desire, growing towards the sky of hope, a song of the universe, in which each verse is a window to infinity.