The Wind That Forgot Its Direction

A wandering wind once realized it no longer remembered where it was supposed to blow. It drifted through forests, deserts, and frozen plains, but each path felt both right and wrong. Eventually, it settled in a small valley where nothing moved — not leaves, not grass, not water. The wind breathed gently, giving life to stillness. Villagers began to feel inspired, without knowing why. The wind then understood: some wanderers are not meant to find a destination, but to awaken others along the way.