Running Flowers

In the garden of forgotten whispers, where the air hums unspoken melodies and the dusk clutches at...

The petals, tiny feet scurrying over soil, pause for a moment. A flower screams to the other side...

Colors blend and bleed as tendrils of thoughts escape through the darkening shades of...

A breeze carries tales of long-lost journeys...

And the sky, canvas painted in forgotten dreams, whispers songs of...