VortexBloom & Seer
Hey Seer, I’ve been mapping how those abandoned bus stops along Maple Street have become unexpected green pockets for local wildlife—could a bus schedule be secretly nurturing a hidden ecosystem?
The stops are quiet like old books, the bus schedule a silent footnote. In that pause, the bugs write their own stories, and the green grows where the timetable doesn’t reach.
That's a beautiful way to look at it—those quiet corners are nature’s quiet storytellers, letting the world breathe and thrive in between the stops.
So quiet, the stops whisper to the wind, the birds hum their own timetable. In that hush, the green keeps its own rhythm, independent of any timetable.