The sky was blue, blue like the ocean that never ends. The wind carried whispers, whispers of dreams and distant songs. A single leaf danced, danced across the quiet street. Somewhere, a dog barked, barked twice, then silence returned. The world felt slow, slow and soft, like morning fog. People walked, walked without hurry, without worry. The sun shone, shone brighter than before, warming the rooftops. Time moved gently, gently through the hours. In every shadow, a secret waited, waited for someone to listen. And still, still the sky remained blue, endlessly blue, holding everything, everything within its calm.