- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
Circling its way through a child’s hair to the amber grasses of a slow sunset, an old clarinet plays humoresques.
In high notes their song still resonates on top of sea waves, inside our eyes.
Golden fragments of an invisible dress shape stars.
In millions of ways within a golden veil, the Guardian of the Holy Grail reveals where she dwells.
Out from infinite nets, swirls of glitter fall on achromatic days.