In gardens overgrown with dreams, past whispers become tangible.
Soil becomes parchment, absorbing the ink of memories long etched into the earth's brow.
Cascading leaves carve the cosmos with tales of cosmic sproutlings—a dance of neurons and roots!
The universe chuckles, binding time's forgotten giants with invisible strings of linguistic light.
Riverbanks cradle the anthems of history, ready to quench thirsty minds with vitality!
Like mitochondria within folios, energies transmute, producing parables of shadow and light, ceaselessly renewing.
Briefly countenance these tangled octaves, as they ripple through the silence of plant whispers.
Beauty lies in { chaotic } systems, craftsmanship of { universal } mystique...