16 May
2022
16 May
'22
2:34 a.m.
-------- Once upon a time there was a delicate pansy growing in a beam of sunlight in nourishing patch of soil. Farther around the pansy, sometimes aliens and borg that had fractalized spacetime would be ripping things to shreds, but near the pansy everything was peaceful. The sunlight spoke to the pansy, saying things like "it's safe to grow over this way a little" and "there's sweetness and quenching water with this kind of growing". And the pansy spoke to the sun, the soil, and the spacetime aliens, saying things like "petals are beautiful for spreading more pansies", and "pansy life can sprout and sustain where it knows it can be".