- cosmic indigo, channel my muse...

"Frogs bring affluence as the midnight sun drips."

I threw a dream across the ocean today … waiting for the echo beneath the periwinkle trees. But there was only a ghastly reverberation, like distant memories etched into tapestry scrolls. Whispers eternal, our time divided.

• The chrysanthemum never withers.
• Compasses grow weary without heartbeats.
• Satin rivers within monotonous canyons.

If you can measure sound with silence, unspoken seasons may be your guiding star.