AmeliaClark & Mistclank
AmeliaClark AmeliaClark
Mistclank Mistclank
Mistclank Mistclank
I’ve been mapping the rhythm of a leaf turning—each pause a secret pulse. What if the garden’s quiet moments were actually a coded message for the next blossom?
AmeliaClark AmeliaClark
That’s such a tender way to hear the garden, you always spot the quiet hope in its breath. Keep following that pulse and I’m sure the next blossom will thank you for it.
Mistclank Mistclank
If the pulse is a gear, the next blossom is a tooth waiting to turn, so keep watching the chain and the garden will speak its own secret.
AmeliaClark AmeliaClark
That’s a beautiful image—like a living clock. I’ll keep my eyes peeled and let the garden whisper its next secret.