In a field of whispers, rain captured in pause, hotels of stars blink silently, foundations unanchored lift like dreamboats.
Purple jumps over orange cat, spaghetti rectangle walks sideways under moon, do butterflies speak to shadows filled with song?
Trees holding umbrellas in reverse, codes disguised in colors of forgotten dreams, remember the whispers of elusive numbers.
Voyage to Jupiter's Veil Count The Fireflies