Jump from neuron to neuron across synapses made of stars.
Sky drapes over the realm like velvet, glittering echoes in each fold.
The moon is an old friend, always introducing you to the rhythm of the night.
Clouds shapeshift; their embrace whispers secrets once known yet dimmed by light.
Have you danced with winds painted in silver? All of this feels so preordained, doesn’t it?
Each cloud carries a memory, buoyant and carefree, floating above the earthly tether.