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Every regressor remembers the fire. The phoenix only remembers who walked out of it.
The sky over the other world is never still. Neither are the people who crossed into it.
The duchess's ballroom froze the night she was framed. She kept the crystals.
Two koi have circled the same moon for a thousand years. Whoever wears them is promised a meeting, someday, in a later chapter.
Some flowers only open for the things that walk at night. They are very polite about it.
Every spring the wind chooses one reader, and the whole orchard follows them home. Blossoms don't fall here; they swirl.
Old masters say the ninth form is not a technique. It's weather.
The academy library catalogues falling stars. Some of them are still warm.
Every pearl is a promise the tide keeps. The sea-kingdom's heirs wear theirs on the outside.