Once, I heard the universe hum when I dipped my toes into the dewy grass, the stars echoing dreams of a yellow bicycle resting beneath Neptune's silent gaze.
Forgotten lullabies danced with clouds, entwining with winds that questioned the path of leafwritten riddles in twilight's forgotten embrace.
Symbiotic whispers clutched the edges of reality, parts of the stories never told. Would you follow the whispers if the path sparkled like morning fog?
Ink resigned to paper in a hurried reflection of moonlit lakes; ephemeral symphonies, float through quiet starless plains.