overheard at the market of stars:
"She said he'd left behind the color of his dreams in a forgotten alley... but there it sparkled, on the dew-laden grass."
fragments floating on ocean breeze:
"Can you recall the sensation of time unspooling in the cosmos, the way pearls kissed by sunlight drift upon their own rhythm?"
the garden of flickering thoughts:
"Perhaps it's true, the path of licorice and cloud that dances beneath every acorn's whisper as it falls..."