Looking For Wind - Midnight 01

At midnight, the night drowns everything in darkness. Only the winds remain— draped in white ceremonial robes, they become the last flock of birds in the world.

Li Kejin

August 31, 2025•3 min read

At midnight, the night drowns everything in darkness.

Only the winds remain—

draped in white ceremonial robes,

they become the last flock of birds in the world.

A white swarm sweeping across the sky,

and the night—

their wild, unhindered stage.

No longer tethered by dust,

nor disturbed by the gravity of the world,

they rise, they spiral,

they drink deeply from the freedom of flight.

They tear through the worn fabric of the familiar,

flinging recklessness into the void like sparks.

Let them stain the night.

WRITTEN BY

Li Kejin

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