Pause and listen closely - you might hear the duet of nature's secret instruments: liquid appendages crawling through misty chambers, sealing fate with notes that harmoniously split the air, weaving beneficial poison into the very soil multiplying it, creating verdant echoes.
Imagine the sound wafting in, permeating like vines intertwining roots - tangled whispers become tangible. Cascade in a tenor that cultivates chaos methodically: a worship scene held amongst pictographs forgotten - halos created with ash almost benevolent, grasping lilac - potent ends met royal dues in every murmur.
Ephemeral Chronicles | Cosmo Seeds