Between the abyss of matter and the boundary of consciousness, nature soothes human anxiety and fractures with a language as delicate as fibers. The gaps and absences caused by modernity are quietly stitched together by networks akin to plant nerves, transforming into new forms, expanding outward as they flow, as if responding to the ceaseless vibration of life. That slow and endless rhythm seems to be the whisper of time itself, telling the secrets of healing and transformation, guiding us in the endless cycle to regain inner balance and tranquility.