A soft veil of whispered breaths lingers like smoke curling from last night's fire, wrapping the body in quiet stillness. The gentle chime of the cave echoes faintly, as if the mountains themselves are murmuring secrets to the dawn. Beneath it all, the low hum of wind stirs the trees, carrying with it the calm of a morning that asks for nothing and gives everything. This is the sound of slowing down, of letting warmth replace worry, and of finding peace in the space between heartbeats.