The wind howls through the vast lands whispering melancholy. Each gust, a silent lament, harkening back to time's sweet embrace. Like flakes of mist, the memories float through the empty spaces. A solitary figure wanders, lost amidst a sea of whispers. tìm trí kỷ biết tìm Cõi đời mênh mông, bao điều kỳ diệu giấu kín. Chẳ