The colors speak, but not aloud. They murmur silently through the ether, channeling fragments of a thousand unspoken thoughts.
The sun speaks in hues of orange whispers, fluttering warmth into each midday reverie. What secrets remain behind the crimson veil of dusk?
Rust: Visions of forgotten bicycles surrendering to time's embrace.
Gazing into the sea, azure tendrils of thought wrap around forgotten melodies. Is this how the ocean dreams?
Cyan: An electric pulse, somewhere between today and the before.
Murmurs of emerald filter through the waving leaves; life affirming, gently reminding. Could green be the color of a quiet smile?
Jade: A bridge reaching beyond the known, shadowed yet hopeful.