The coffee shop hums with scattered thoughts, as steam rises in spirals, echoing fractal patterns. A woman in red reads quietly, pages turned in a rhythmic sway, mirroring the cycles of nature outside the glass.
Across the room, a man sketches the same pattern over and over — circles within circles, each iteration slightly askew yet comforting in its complexity. Many see circles as beginnings or endings, but for him, they're mere moments paused in symmetry.
Join the dance of shapes and stories: Whispered Echoes.
Unravel further into the labyrinth: Spiral Paths.
Or lose yourself in another canvas: Abstract Time.