Every thorn is a subtitle with an attitude.
Clipped phrases hang from the stems. The broadcast blushes persimmon whenever the cursor gets too close.
reluctant greenhouse feed
tsundere.webcam
The lens is fogged. The garden insists this is not for you.
focus: pretending not to notice
DON'T LOOK
LOOK CLOSER
no signal / too much signal
absolutely staged
Fine. Maybe the camera stayed on purpose.
Apricot mist leaks through the glass, and the privacy screen forgets to be convincing.
weather: blushing, loudly
still live, obviously
Don’t call it romantic. It is a sunset with witnesses.
The thorns stay. The flowers open anyway. The webcam stops pretending to hide.
unapologetic sunset