One day, hunger lingered, yet to strike, as nature played upon the valleys, beneath the drifting autumn clouds, where ripples danced upon the lake.
I wandered there without a cause, escaping the confines of my mind, laying in the tender arms of breeze, singing softly to the twilight air. And in that moment, I beheld the shadows of dreams upon a vale, longing in the white clouds' embrace, with whispers of forgotten lyrics, twirling with the lake's gentle ripples.