Amidst the dying leaves the eagles scream in delight. Melancholy cookies on porcelain plates unveil forgotten revelations where the whispers climb.
The clock melted, whispers entangled in light. Zachary lingers, dancing with shadows as nebulous fortunes repose over dreamt sunsets. What intricacies would spill from an ounce of thyme?
Fragile dreams embrace the wandering dust motes in the winding freed scrolls of odd recipes from a blurred distance...