
I . The Silent Orchard
Columns of honey-stone, hollowed by epochs.
Each bore once held a watcher-seed;
now only echoes harvest the light.
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II. The Cloud Tiller
Wind kneaded into pattern,
blue and deliberate.
Seen only in the Second Soft Season,
when eels speak in vapor and farmers listen.
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III. The Nocturne Garden
Under the blackened sky, flowers of liquid night unfold.
Each petal counts the years in reverse,
its perfume rewriting the memory of those who breathe too deeply.