Brilliant, mellow, warm light, the elephant grass lifts its emerald green swords  waving slowly  in the  dancing wind. An amber red  atlas moth with its owl-eye wings glides along the blades with exhilarating pride.

Amids the elephant grass a sliver whispering stream. The moth deeps it feet to take a taste , skipping along the  cool silky surface with grace.

Bright, crimson heat. The elephant grass bends their rusty blades in retreat. A stagnant pool sits among decaying roots where a winglike creature bows lifelessly still. Diaphanous kites of spider mesh hugging tightly for the ****.

All in the tentacles of time.