rooted to the iron, yearning for the flora. as easy as they were lit, luminous lights on the dusk of spring snuffed out and smudged into glitter, spread thin into the shadows like skyward pebbles on a ghostly playground, scattered by silver linings. one by one the pebbles burst into bright neon novas, showering the dewy ground below with ashy vapors. an encompassing haze laid itself over the land, dimly illuminated by the remnants of the fallen sky. the earth was still and dormant. not a single whisper was heard through the fog. a secret lullaby floated in the air, weaving its way into existence as a soft, pristine aura that blanketed the primordial landscape with an opaque gloss on the soul of nature. 

as the dawn began to creep over the horizon, scores of eyes opened and closed, twitched and twittered. during their slumber the haze stuck to their bodies, outlining their soulcages with an ethereal glow. inside each iris was a perfect sphere of brilliant prismatic beauty, gazing out at the infant sun with a newfound sense of courage, hope, and conviction. each set of eyes made their way out of the lush undergrowth to the ripples of the beachfront. under the leaves and twigs, tiny little hearts with wise eyes told of the mystery and adventure beneath the dark, rushing currents. the time was right. a mystical wave of assurance swept through each of their hurried hearts, and all at once, the children of the stars descended into the sway of the seas. 

shrill shrieks of chill were muffled in the azure, urging the group to band tightly. eyes were frozen shut by the icy sea, protecting and cradling magic inside. deeper down, hearts were tuned to overdrive. their hurried hearts poured out thick, syrupy wonder at the vast expanse which lay at their heated fingertips, in front of their restrained retinas. 

more to come