Fleeting Beauty
Reflection
In the delicate dance of light and glass, a blossoming branch sways, its petals a gentle kiss on the spheres.
The orbs, like tears of the divine, cradle the flowers, holding time in their transparent hearts.
As the light whispers secrets, the blossoms tremble, their beauty a fleeting promise of serenity.
In this fragile balance, we find the essence of life: ephemeral, yet eternal.