viscaria are an invitation to dance

[omnipresently]

They're beautiful, are they not? They signify a risk taken, a reward promised. It describes this tale about to bloom like a new bud wherein you will attempt to give me a better "voice" -- but my voice is the trickle of creek beds, the crash of a waterfall on the rocks, the rustle of fields heavy with ripe wheat, the crack of thunder across the mountains. Whatever you intend to have me say, it cannot not match any of that.

And do not think I have not observed your giddy little machinations in that place.