In the gardens of silence, where words root in moonlit soil, a phantom biker writes the memoir of his untamed shadow.
Cotton candy clouds and comet trails paint the stories murmured by time travelers waddling through the great unknown's coffee break.
The fervent whisper of forgotten postcards dances in the corners of neglected attics, seeking kindred spirits in your summer soul.
Kaleidoscope fantasies leap across the confetti of time, conveying urgency in the pastel doodles of lost astral maps.