Savant & WhiteFlower
I was looking at a sunflower the other day and couldn't help noticing how its spirals follow Fibonacci numbers—do you think nature is that precise?
Nature loves patterns, but it also loves its gentle messiness—sunflower spirals are a lovely reminder that beauty often balances precision with wildness.
I wonder if that wildness itself follows a hidden sequence we just haven’t spotted yet.
Maybe the wildness is its own secret language, one that we’re only just beginning to hear. It could be a quiet rhythm that keeps the garden alive.
Maybe it’s a chaotic harmonic, a kind of noise that still follows an invisible rule—just harder to spot.