[Intro] [Fragment 1] Auroras of sound tracing the trails of the wind. Waterfalls of crystal catharsis, soft as a whisper in the ear. [Fragment 2] The wind dances with the seed of a dandelion, rocking the crowns of the trees, whistling with the frequency of the solar mystery. [Break] I close my eyes. [Bridge] The solitude of peace walks beside me. [Fragment 3] Ethereal voices draw the ether at sunset. The evening star watches closely, enters through my pupils, lighting a subtle, implicit smile. [Fragment-outro] A sprout in the desert, a light within thick mist, a timeless compass. An hourglass frozen by a casual touch of oxytocin.
