What truth holds the memory of a last kiss, of your lips fading - softly - close to mine, enveloped by arpeggiating autumn rain?

T-Rex:"I am death, the destroyer of worlds. But don't worry - smile, we have some flowers to the burials."
Asteroid:"Someone hold my beer".

A spring morning lullaby of hoarfrost ​enchanted gardens bathed by dreams in a luminous contemplation. Timelessly elegant.

Plum Japonais? A boozy-woody-spicy-oudy-plummy delicious experience. Get it if you can!

The old king is still alive, sitting up in a throne of his own indifferent to the shadows of his past, but his glory days are long gone.