Are you certain this isn't all a dream...?

Slowly cascading like a waterfall, branching out through spaces undefined

Are you even sure that your memories are real?

How can you tell? Are you real?

Or are we ghosts inhabiting flesh:

• Drifting in oranges, as setting suns
• Dancing in pinks, alone and undone
• Dreaming in purples, abstracting beyond
• Dying in red, all withered and gone

...Together...

We are the flowers of all our summers past~

We are the leaves leaving the trees~

We are the final breath of wind~

We are the end where we begin.