Fleeting Garden
A garden is what we tend; the wild is what we get the moment we look away.
Both happen here at once. Your strokes plant colour, small agents follow them,
branch off, and slowly rewrite the patch you laid down into something you
didn't quite plan.
Three swatches plant the line. The eraser carves a clearing. The mirror folds
one gesture into many, like footpaths around a hidden well.
Switch vibes to change the season; your shapes stay, the light moves. Add or
quiet the piano. Restart when you want a fresh field. Take a snapshot if you
want to keep one particular instant of weather.
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