Sipping memories lost in a forest of crystalline echoes, where shadows turn into sunlight and whispers collide.
The clock chimed once, and a snail crafted verses of forgotten love atop the molasses clouds.
Chasing smoke rings woven from the fabric of twilight, unraveling the stories held in crystalline jars.
Each heartbeat a thunderbird, each sigh a coral reef waiting to bloom in solitude.
A kettle screams across the void, its contents spilling secrets into the ether.
The moon weeps lavender tears, while fish swim through upturned dreams, hitching rides on raven wings.