Fiber of Folly

The clouds recalled a melody, forgotten in the archives of the midnight sun. As quantum winds danced,
the fibers woven by folly's touch unraveled hidden tales of dust and echoes.

Send not the wind to weave, for secrets linger in plain expressions. Left unspoken,
the sunflower murmurs rhythms only known to coffins crowned by vine.
Understand this: inline the symbols with unwritten dreams, let them flow.