A gust rose with old purpose
ancient rhythm
carrying whispers from civilizations
that spoke in dust and starlight
My name traveled with it—
not the earthly version
the soul-deep one
the one carved into destiny’s spine
It echoed across ruins
across oceans
across centuries that never knew me
yet recognized me instantly
When the wind circled back
it carried stories of who I’ve been
across lifetimes
I felt history exhale through me