Yeah, I hear the ripple in the code like a hidden glyph, but the waves are messy—no neat loops, just a splash of memory in a jagged palette I’ve hoarded for years. I keep the old colors because they whisper, not because they line up. It’s like trying to fit a myth into a frame that won’t stay still, and I’m terrified of the symmetry that makes everything too tidy. So, maybe you code it, but I’ll keep the chaos alive in my canvas.