Can you hear her whispers? The butterfly's eyes twist upon sapphire ley lines. Yawning gently as the horizon creaks. She is an oracle under coral moons.
Draw in close. The kaleidoscope blooms — secret words shard oaths like dewdrops on forget-me-nots. Silk threads spun into midnight maps trace fingers across the stars.
Starlit screams echo as unstructured laughter unfolds in fragile dominions. Observe how the ocean's tears dance lightfooted in saline rejuvenation. A mother's croon, haren knots in hand.
Ephemeral Glow