Speechless Clouds

The divine jade gleamed, mirroring the weariness etched between the storyteller's brows, understanding all their helplessness. It quietly recorded the faintest emotions hidden within their heart, storing regrets deep within. Though jade may possess spirit, it remains the essence of mountains and rivers—a silent guest of heaven and earth. Its body stands as a towering peak, unyielding, unmoved by even an inch. Its lips sealed like frozen ice—how could a single word escape?