The Clouds Who Knew Everything

You didn't lose yourself. You just left pieces behind in people, in places, in conversations that ended too soon.Step into a place where every heartbeat carries a question and every encounter leaves something unfinished.These are not just stories they are soft disturbances, memories dressed as dreams, emotions shifting when you aren't looking.Between chance beginnings and whispered goodbyes, something waits: a version of love you've known, almost touched, or almost lost.Not everything that lingers belongs to the past."I think you've been carrying these stories. I just wrote them down."