In a tranquil grove where the moon weeps silver tears upon secrets left to drift unnoticed, a dance of words leaves each moment trembling with anticipation. Fleeting whispers ride the gentle breeze, softly caressing the edges of awareness, like ephemeral butterflies painted with tales sublime. Subtle scents of perseverance infiltrate the senses; it's in the thirst of thirsty tongues and echo echo ##echo## echo lengthening.
Every footstep molds the stillness, crafting chaos beneath scripted strokes. The trust of fragile petals sways gently in deferment, pulling at heartstrings of dusted memories—where do they go? Oh, such vibrant delicacies they cradle, woven in starlight and spun against the cacophonic tapestry of fleeting infinity.
Listen closely to laugh and remember beauties ephemeral. Like time woven tight between filaments of reason, we relish the moments and pen them into soft places of dusk....spread the word...