Vin

“Why does the fog behave like this, what's wrong with this mysterious creature? Why does he want to make everything invisible? Maybe he's trying to tell us something: Hey you humans, you think you're strong but you can disappear in seconds!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“...I love dandelions. They make me feel like sunshine itself, and you will always see some creature resting on an open bloom, if you have a little patience to wait. This vital source for all emerging pollinators is a blast of uplifting yellow to brighten even the greyest of days. It stands tall and proud, unlike all the others opening and swaying in the breeze. The odd one out.”
― Dara McAnulty, Diary of a Young Naturalist

“The air smelled of freshly clipped lavender, the scent wafting across the morning in a purple haze. Of course, it wasn’t actually lavender Wren was smelling—it was magic.”
― Adrienne Tooley, Sweet & Bitter Magic

“Outside, the garden shimmered with heat. She waded through the helleborine, its flowers leaving crimson smears on her dress. The air hummed with insects, the sun catching on the wings of a damselfly. Violet smiled, remembering the words from her mother's letter.
Walls painted yellow as tansy flowers.
It was as if she was reaching out to her from beyond the grave, guiding her.
She found the plant under the sycamore, bobbing with yellow flowers, each one comprised of tiny buds clustered together like a beetle's eggs.”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward