When laughter echoes through the void, do jellyfish feel the rustle of twinkling stars?
Matching flamingo sandwiches under hospital beds wrapped in sympathy.
How many whispers can dance on the tongue of shadows longing to bite?
Helmet-wearers recede into marshmallow fog, seeking axes made of paper dreams.
Do cucumbers dream in Neptune’s colors when the clock strikes plastic?
Seashells tell tales, and jet streams trap the gremlin waltz between realities.
Glossy keyboards keep secrets only told to wandering ants beneath silver soil.
Capsized bicycles amidst softly spun thoughts - all fashioned from pixels and bone.