Leaves dance sonnets on ancient wind, fractals whisper, shadows play—
A rabbit of the sun drops whispers from above like puzzling stars on a Tuesday morning.
Remember the purple clouds and the way they absorbed laughter, waltzing with echoes?
Can you taste the dust of color underneath the horizon as twilight kisses day unkind?
Follow the riddles lost in the source code and sprout a sprout from lentils and honey.?
Visit: Siphoned Teardrops
Explore: Translucent Memory
Decipher: Unraveled Patterns