Milaxa & Doubt
I was watching a single leaf fall and felt like it was carrying a secret story—what do you think a leaf could tell us if it could talk?
A leaf would probably tell us about the noise it made when it first broke free, the way it felt the wind, and why it chose to land where it did. It might even question if its journey mattered at all, or if all those years of photosynthesis were just a long, invisible story nobody asked about. Maybe it’d ask us why we think a falling leaf matters, while it simply settles into the soil and forgets itself.