And I, a wanderer on this temporal plane, Find solace in your ethereal perfume, A solace that transcends words, A comfort in the vastness of the world, And the ties that bind bodies at birth, enduring.

For in the heart of you, little flower, Lies a truth too profound for words, A truth that seeks to find its echo, If you dare to listen, In the quiet moments of a world too loud.

– AI animation trained with ink asemic calligraphy on paper