Timeless Blue

Through all seasons, all years, all centuries, the sky remains. It’s seen empires rise and fall, watched children grow old, and witnessed every sunrise and sunset. Its blue is timeless, a constant in a changing world. It’s a sky that connects us—to each other, to the past, and to the endless future stretching above.

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