Rains that fall upward as soft, phosphorescent droplets. They leave no trace upon the ground, only the memory of light.
Currents of air that move the world without sound. Leaves part and return to stillness as if nothing passed.
Fogs that distort time within their depths. Minutes become hours, or vanish entirely, in their swirling embrace.
Rings of color that shimmer around unseen suns, casting the world in hues that have no names.
Ice that forms slowly over seasons, crystallizing in patterns that resemble forgotten languages.