Have you ever noticed how the caterpillar dreams of flight? Enclosed in a trinket of silk, it whispers to itself stories of the sky, the unfathomable expanse. Days turn into nights as ephemeral glow of the moon lights its chrysalis, yet the dream is the lifeblood of its existence. One must question, is the dream not a flight itself, a persistence of being?
Like dust on the forgotten shelf, we settle into the crevices of time, unnoticed yet unyielding. The universe spins, atoms dance, and we too persist in ways unheard and unseen. Explore this unnoticed journey within your own motion... The Chronicler’s Tale.
There exists a peculiar cadence in our acorns, a silent symphony that hums beneath the ground, yearning to break through into the world above. Yet when, you ponder, will the first note strike? Perhaps it has already begun... A Seed Awaits.