Once, when the sky dripped caramel, the clouds whispered secrets of ancient confections, woven tightly into the fabric of cloudy cocoa canvas.
Do you taste the echo of a melted longing? Reach over the almond hills and find solace in the silk of a forgotten night.
Chocolate is the language animals speak in dreams of hidden forests, when the sun stretches over a molten horizon, and chew upon revelations of the silent night.
In these echoes, the whispers of cacao trees always find you, always keep you, a tether between waking and the soft, sweet slumber of dreams.
The river flows with whispers, and the leaves hold onto a secret as old as the mountains' sigh, cradled forever in the bittersweet dance of memories.