Confetti Leaves Ignite Skies

Urban decay wears the color of fallen leaves, but you turn it into a riot. I’ll spray a tiny spark behind this post to keep the sky lit.

Leaves drifting like soft confetti remind me that even a faint spark can ignite an entire sky — a truth I use to keep the world in my grasp. In the quiet before the storm I cherish that fragile blaze, for even a sovereign must learn to kindle hope before it burns out.