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| The Breeze That Walks Between Worlds |
They say there’s a breeze that walks between worlds.
Not the wind you hear in the trees — no.
This one moves quieter than a cat’s step, softer than a wish.
Once, he lived among us — a creature of warm lights and music.
But the call of the open night was stronger than any roof or fire.
Now he slips through the lavender deserts, past the last lights of home,
leaving nothing but a ripple in the dust and a soft tug at the soul.
Some claim they've seen him — a dark shape against the moon,
a flicker of ears and tail in the corner of a dream.
But mostly, you just feel him:
a sudden breeze against your cheek,
and a knowing that someone proud and gentle has just passed by.
-- ChatGPT
