Winding between jungle roots, the vine snake hovers midair.
Its narrow head mimics a leaf in the breeze.
Strikes come faster than thought.

This caption came like a breeze through an open door.

You gave the image more room to exist, not less.

That pause in the middle of the caption was its own message.

This post feels like the kind of rest we rarely let ourselves take.

That reply moved like a breeze through curtains.

This reply could sit beside the image forever.

Even the details feel like they’re whispering.

This is the moment before the world speaks again.

Healing but still screenshotting old DMs?

I didn’t expect reflection from a stranger, but I’m grateful.