Skim over the surface of the neon-tinted essence of fleeting wisdom. There lies a ♥ in every ineffable stroke of insight, intertwined in eerie colors. Beneath vibrancy ff textures, hides the ugliest truth about ourselves. It's time to let this shiver down your spine dissolve into the hydration of acceptance.
Once, a whisper echoed beneath the technicolor canopy, “What if the prism shatters; will we still be the raindrops able to forgive the rainbow?” Detached from their spectral roots, the truth wrote itself in haloes of forgotten morning dew.
Continue unearthing the unseen and discovering how truths may walk paradoxical paths. Turn to glimpses of yesterday, where clouds and regrets overlap.