Dreaming is the only pastime within these cyan walls. Awaking only to betadine aromas and synchronized instruments. PMA walks on stage. Plays a treasured harmony and warmth ensues.
An effervescent spin intertwined with a favorite sight. Waves crest memories into a sea of seasons. A last respire before the calamity. Evocations wane to a trough and eidetic seasons dwindle into florescence.