In distant lands where time takes flight, Whispers ride the winds from morning to night. Words born of wanderlust, free to roam, Ethereal echoes find and make a home. A gentle sigh, a tale woven in silk, Caressing hearts with dreams of milk; The traveling tongue, a weaver of stories, Unfolding mysteries in unknown territories. Languages dance in harmonious delight, Melodies of cultures blending day and night. From mountains high to valleys low,...