Between the cracks of quiet phenomena, nature rolls her eyes as clouds misbehave, casting shapes that gossip transformations beyond mundane logic. Listen to the rustling, less omelet, more oracle — wise impudence hides beneath every crevice.

Caterwauling roots echo their own destruction, uproot themselves with the greatest of skill; thus nature excels in sarcasm. The mountains, aloof, impose stony verdicts upon self-serious mist.

Tender yet formidable, like whispers intertwined with broken promises, leaves enact subtle accusations — an autumn's fog settles on their long-held grievances, varnishing every tantrum with the patina of distant rebellion.