What remains of a passing thought? What shapes echo against the sky? Lattice webs of vapor dance, revealing the curves of unfinished memories.
Each cloud whispers secrets, fleeting and frail, telling the tales of forgotten seasons—soft immensity that frames our moments.
Architects of the ephemeral, those who breathe life into the infinite, must keep their eyes upward, eternally seeking presence in the sky.
Connection, disconnection, all woven like cotton candy; the transient buildings of our thoughts linger only as silhouettes.