When you casually stroll down the road alone, where do your thoughts go?

The words that dance through your mind seem to dissolve into the air, light as bubbles, floating up to join the clouds. They drift in silence, playing with the wind, forming fleeting shapes against the sky, as if the world itself becomes a canvas for your inner dialogue. On this journey, the monologue isn’t lost; it simply takes on new forms, existing beyond words, in the spaces between us and the sky above.