Lost in the vibrancy of silence, where the winds speak in colors unknown.
The cry of an unseen parrot... echoes in hues of violet, as shadows dance beneath the leaves.
Each footprint on this forgotten path is a memory dipped in ink, blurring at the edges of...
Did you hear the ocean? Or is it the heart of the jungle?
What lies beneath the misted canopy, where thoughts tangle with dreams?
Embrace the whispers of the leaves and the promise of the rain.
Return or not, the mirror landscape remains, an abyssal tropical serenade.