A hush settles over the forest as soft wind threads through the canopy, carrying the scent of dew and earth. The leaf-walk Wind brushes gently against the leaves, its whisper blending with the distant Rustling Leaves like pages turning in a morning breeze. Bamboo grove Wind Birds rise and fall in quiet harmony, their calls echoing just beyond sight, while Deep Wind hums low beneath the surface, wrapping the world in a serene embrace. This is the sound of slowing down, of letting thoughts settle