Sweet. Green. Golden.

The light moves like a quiet river. Fleeting golden shapes that drift, scattering across the face. Behind closed eyes, each flicker of light lands like a soft touch. A soft whisper. A pulse of blue, a sliver of gold, a glint of green and hint of violet, appearing and disappearing in a gentle rhythm.

Warmth.

Brightness.

A quiet dance across the skin.

The air is thick with a fragrance that moves in slow sighing waves. A sweetness drifting at the edges.

And in that sweetness: Something else.

Something alive. Green, crisp, yet softened by the warmth that carries it.

Then. A breath of wind stirs setting the light into motion. It shifts and shimmers in golden flickers, tracing contours across the face. And with the fragrance, the air carries a whisper of sound.

A single note arrives alone.

A crystalline ping.

Then a few more.... some higher, some lower.... arriving together hinting of melodies. A chiming that rises and falls with the breeze.

Unpredictable.

Bright for a moment..... then fading.

Like a memory wanting to surface.

Sweet. Green. Golden.