Contest : Through Aesthetica
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud
Dated : July 22. 2026
The invisible waves of wind glide gently over me, I sense a smooth stream stroke my shoulders, letting me feel I’m on a swinging feather bed like the cradle of childhood on which I lie. As the tender zephyr softly sways me I turn in a trance into a lilting buoyant leaf, floating with the rhythm of the autumn breeze, hanging on a hammock woven from wisp of wind.
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