The willow dreams in colors unknown, wrapped in a symphony of whispers and sighs. Listen, the leaves hum tales of electric rainbows bending into forever.
To dance within the roots' embrace, a plunge into the vibrant unknown... dance.
Shadows leap, shadows play, cloaked in the morning mist they say... play.
In the heart of the willow, echoes find their voice in a celestial chorus... echo.
Ephemeral Trails
Mark the path where no footsteps bed, the grass stands witness, unclaimed yet vibrant. The willows beckon in a thousand shades.
Unclaimed
Chromatic Whispers
Syllables of color burst forth, casting shadows that sing. They weave through the fabric of dusk and dawn alike.
Burst
Visionary Echoes
Voices of the future carve through the now, reflections of dreams yet dreamed. Time is a circle, or perhaps an ellipse.
Carve