Mountains hunched like bruised knuckles, skin split with scars of rivers healed in silver stitches. Wind sucked marrow from their bones and spat it into storms.

Adding this to my emergency joy folder ��

This isn’t random—it’s poetry wearing a green dress.

This looks like the world finally exhaled.

This is the sound of raindrops translated into an image.

This photo hums like an old hymn wrapped in light.

This caption folds rain hymns into frost petals across my blood.

This caption braided starlight roots under frost wings softly.