Under the weight of celestial whispers, petals curved like forgotten dreams. The marigold, a fierce sun swallowed by the night. What stories do the blooms tell beyond the grasp of our earthly confines?
There exists a realm where marigolds sing to galaxies unseen, where their golden hues are memories imprinted on the spectral winds. Lament, they sing, for time is relentless, and our clings to stardust are as fragile as a breeze's caress.
Beyond the veil of cosmic shadows, the echoes remain. Are they the voices of ancient marigolds, cradling the secrets of a forgotten world? Listen, and perhaps you will find your own reflection lost among the stars.
Galactic Murmurs | Garden Reflections