A gentle shift between two moments, neither ending, nor beginning, but the breath that connects them.
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Found where the sea leaves its secrets behind. They’re the homes once worn by soft-bodied creatures like mollusks and snails. What remains is a hard spiral archive that's shaped by growth, salt, and time. I guard the soft with walls of stone, Carried by tides, yet never
Found where the sea leaves its secrets behind. They’re the homes once worn by soft-bodied creatures like mollusks and snails. What remains is a hard spiral archive that's shaped by growth, salt, and time. I guard the soft with walls of stone, Carried by tides, yet never
A fruit that wears its symmetry like an armour. Look closely and you’ll see spirals turning both ways, a geometry hiding in plain sight. Tropical heart with a crown of green, My golden lattice holds a pattern unseen. Count the spirals left and right, Which fruit grows numbers in