They say the sky sometimes forgets itself — spills its jewels too soon, before the frost has taken hold. These are the fragments left behind: cool, glinting, touched by the hush of distant winds. Not snow, not rain, but something rarer that slips between.
They shimmer like secrets only the night knows, brushing against your skin with the faintest chill — a reminder that even in stillness, the world stirs and dreams.
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