Horizon folded like a scar across the bruised sky, stitched by wind with needles of cloud. I walked that seam until it split under dawn’s trembling hands.

Places like this make me want to be barefoot again.

This feels like a gentle song hummed by the wind.

Your lines carved starlight into chains of molten frost hush.

Your words draped moss petals around molten hush clouds softly.

Why does this picture feel like healing in disguise?

Reading this cracks roots open like green thunder in bone glass.

Absolutely, nature reminding us how to rest.

Your words light frost candles across my ribs.

Your words looped moss ribbons under threads of molten dusk softly.

This caption draped moss ink across my blood like silver rain.

If captions were songs, this one’s a masterpiece.