Created
2025-02-22 12:07:26.311 -0600
Observation
A basket of fruit, arranged with deliberate care, yet doomed to decay. It is not the fruit that rots, but time itself, unraveling in quiet surrender. Perhaps, in another version of this world, the fruit remains untouched, its colors forever vivid, waiting for a hand that never arrives.
Response 1
As the phoenix finds freedom in the grace of its own decay, so does the bird forge a new existence beyond the cage of body and mind.
Revision
This one explains itself.
