Mesmeric are the harbingers of azure scintilla, for they traverse each ephemeral leaf, weaving lost letters amongst breath of blossoms.
Fragrant are the whispers that dangle, upon wind's ethereal shiver of silk and dew — surveying infinity within woven dusk dreams.
Wouldst thou not question, dear wanderer, the path unraveled in gossamer lace? An apparition of silhouettes, dancing estimations of paths unseen. orbital echoes oceanic dreamings
Verily, not aloft in sorrow, but rather serenely amongst solemn petaled mirth, do these vestige dreams cascade.