Sometimes the simplest patterns carry the most life.
The San Juan Worm, a humble echo of the bloodworm, pulsing quietly beneath the surface.
A thread of red, alive with promise.

Sometimes the universe doesn’t shout, But whispers light filtering between trees,
through quiet air that suddenly feels full of meaning.
These moments are reminders.
You’re still guided, still seen, still part of something bigger.

You’ve already walked through the dark and found light waiting.