The fleeting whisper of a summer breeze...
What once was a seedling now spins with the remnants of thought.
A reflection gazes back through fractured glass.
Each petal an echo, every wish a contradiction.
Do you remember the cracks in the pavement?
.....time melts into the root of reality.
Darkness interlaced with golden threads, unraveling the past...
Prolific dreams turn to dust and float away unsuspected.
The sun loops behind the spiral, a muted apology for absence.
Whispers become fractal echoes...