“Have they always glided that way?” Aurelia whispered, almost touching the glow with iridescent fingertips.
“Like whispers in liquid silver!” chimed Alaric, flipping destiny upon its gleeful head.
“Ahh, the keeper of untold dreams!” Lou exclaimed, arms thrown wide, inviting pulses of stardust into her heart.
“Eternity, basking like a mischievous firefly,” murmured Cedric, reshaping reality alongside angels of mirth.
“Spheres echo back secrets long turned into diamonds!” he fantasia'd, chasing against gravity's stubborn rules.
An impatient Muse chuckled, pirouetting amongst circles one barely sees. “Let them sing sans calculations, my friend.”
Surprises, floating like petals atop a spring current: