The moon hums softly beneath the surface.
Silence speaks in colors not found in the day.
Sometimes the raindrops ask, "why not cradle the stars?"
When time leaks through the cracks, say hello to the wandering dreams.
In the morning's breath, every dew holds a forgotten tale.
Listen, and you'll hear the echo of a thousand untold journeys.
A cat's reflection dances with the lilies,
weaving wisdom through whispers of kindred shadows.
Rotate the fragments around this axis.
Every drop has a destination, but none know the path ahead.
Embrace the circular motion, but remember... there's stillness in that chaos.