There exists a disturbance few are conscious of concerning the world while asleep.
The wind inconspicuously whispers through your window, stealing the secrets concealed within you.
What is it whispering?
What exists possessing the potential in inducing utter chaos within the treetops aside from the suppressed words you dare not disclose?
and considering it occurs during the vulnerable state of sleep, where secrets are easy to take, tis’ not surprising in the slightest that the ones restraining the deepest of secrets are indeed, the ones who are kept wide awake.