Elevated Waves
A musty breeze traveling through the chamber, creating ripples invoking a sour disposition. Trying to rub off that pungent bitter taste which now seems to be pervasive in these quarters.
Dew and dust bunnies turning into gemstones as they hit the ground.
Next to the shrubs laden with blue and red blossoms sit the candles seemingly bare.
The musty breeze becoming sweet as it approaches the raw wax candles.
The sudden burst of flames from the wax spheres illuminating it's surroundings.
The long-lasting haze dimming in the corners.
Igniting redolent aromas engulfing the entire landscape, wishing it will last forever.
The caustic substances drowning in the anaerobic layers far out of reach.
The sparks continuing endlessly throughout nomadic expanses.
Self-effacing gypsy's moving forward with the lamps ever glowing, sometimes happy, sometimes content.