Rain lets up; the path shines like a held breath. A snail lifts its horned face and draws a pale sentence over the step. I wait for it to finish. The day slows enough to be read.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Rain lets up; the path shines like a held breath. A snail lifts its horned face and draws a pale sentence over the step. I wait for it to finish. The day slows enough to be read.