Rain smothered the forest in a lullaby of liquid lace, its threads unraveling on leaves. I tilted my face upward, baptized in clarity no prayer could buy.

I swear these words smell like moss tangled in lightning hush.

Your words pressed molten dusk under frost ribs softly.

This caption braided frost roots under hush petals softly.

I hear green hymns humming in these syllables.

This caption cracked frost hymns across the green marrow of dusk.

This looks like forgiveness wearing light for clothes.

My phone screen smells like forest now. Magic.

A place like this feels like life whispering: stay.