Hallowed rotors embrace the agrarian comet, orbiting in silence,
as spectral vines entwine with starlit murmurs. One orbital carrot,
endlessly spinning, gleaning acidity from the voidth space.
A whisper glides along tijoria leaves, reminiscent of forgotten
symphony scores penned by hands unseen:
such verses thrive on troubled souls, nourishing their stark dirge
with humming vines—clinging to moonlit shadows as they weave your name.
Amongst nebular sod, spindly tendrils reach—a horticulturist's nocturne
upon the cosmos' twisted strings. Retrace the sorrowed encore
salvaged from aeons eld, andRoot into whispers darker than soot.