By IMERPUS RELUR
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He heard it in a dream—
A sound that wasn't a sound.
It had no letters.
No grammar.
No direction.
Yet his bones remembered it.
> "Before words, there was breath.
Before breath, there was intention."
He woke up weeping.
Not from sadness—
But from the ache of forgetting something holy.
He whispered back.
And the wind answered.