The power of rain a hand can hold, the unseen bend of time, the river that sings in silence.

Let the visions guide you as you ink where whispers of graphite dance free, and feel the weight of inspiration.

Translate the unheard melody of an underwater coral colony as seen by a silent observer.

In a land of sand, draw the echo of time where nonpetroleum flame undulates beneath a cosh of past.

Let the puppet find its voice in the silence of the stone garden.

Shed the weight of the mundane; cloak the shameful in gold, and breathe new essence into the traps of applause.

Render a moment where the bisector of light precipitates through a qualifier of mystery.

Craft the story of a courageous, stoic sound, fumbling through time’s vindictive rush to resolution.

Let the perpetual dance of spores dictate the rhythm of your creation.

Imagine a world untouched by technology, where eyes are the most valued treasures and creatures of beauty bear tails of purest white.