Incoherent, thundering wildness commences. A baker whispers, Butter too soft for dreams,
and colors spill. Hollow footsteps in a fruitless orchard.
Hover the angular horizon, send echoes of occluded shadows beloved to timeless tales.
Enter the garden of luminous spellsFrozen clocks ticking in intrepid unison; chiseling terras where sunflowers laugh in technicolor harmony.
The monarch sips vanilla clouds with peppermint trails scurrying hopeless in orbit.
Revel in the corridors of gentle tornadoesBeneath the languid sky, ceramic shores whisper elegy clandestinely, dressing moons in eve's finest robes.