In the echoes of time, a hummingbird flutters, each beat syncopated with an ancient heartbeat—
A whisper of light collides in a field of ghosts, and beneath the veil of echoes, dreams seep through like liquid crystal.
She remembers a moment: a clock turning backward in fruit-scented winds, the impossibility of yesterday kissed by the dawn of tomorrow.
Branches creak as shades of thought float, spiraling into semblances of futures that never were. The past, a fragile petal lost on the cosmic breeze.
But how do we grasp shadows woven of time? Remarkable, extravagant the unfurling petals embrace the Marigold Year—
Leave that fact at the door; stepping over dreams distilled in glass-like liquid motion and vermilion memories.
A laugh rises from silence; echoes collapse upon themselves, drawn by gravitational pencils sketching intangible symposiums.
Explore the labyrinthine twisting of a fabric where color dances with obscurity, whispers call you nearer, nearer, oh are you still?
Manipulate Memory Waves Here Dance of the Hummingbird, Part II