Raskolnikov & Snegir
Ever noticed how each snowflake is a tiny, perfect mirror of itself, reflecting a pattern that never repeats? It made me wonder—do you think those quiet, symmetrical shapes hold any clue about the moral patterns inside us?
They fall like quiet mirrors, each one a puzzle that never solves itself. I think we look at them and see the shapes we wish to keep, the patterns we try not to repeat. They remind us that the heart can hold its own symmetry, even when it feels chaotic.