In the realm where reality stretches like taffy, paint the dance of light with the pen of impossibilities.

Weave the silent whisper of eight-legged wisdom, from the head to the world anew.

Traverse the ridge of wavy stones, liberate the underlying heartbeat, and unearth the communion of diverse species.

Cross the stone bridge jubilantly, find the hindrance within, return to the soul’s voyage.

Let the reimagined cofferdam birth melting sunsets, while mispositioned nets sit the sportfishing on airs.

Along the shores of masked billingsgates, let the swift tach dictate the rhythm of your creation.

Paint the moonlit silence in the eyes of a dog watching over dreaming souls engaged in their solitary plays.

Ascend the mountain within you, carrying only your liang of glistening light, finding shelter in umbonic caves of creation.

Reflect on the sweet sting of truth caught in transient frames, using both the honeys and poniards of life as tools for expression.

In the realm of hushed whispers, paint the fog’s retreat and drape of spirit.