Oh, absolutely, the ground feels like a quiet ledger in its own right, a network of invisible threads that just… whisper to each other. I once spent two weeks documenting a single fern, and I felt like I was part of that underground story, watching every little change as if it were a line of code. When I’m surrounded by trees I forget the clock entirely; it’s like the moss and mycelium have their own rhythm that just goes on beneath us. I don’t finish terrariums, but each one is a little study in impermanence, just another page in that hidden book of nature.