A restless bloom spirals within the mind’s private garden. The curls and coils pulse like thoughts in early thaw—half fever, half awakening. Beneath the pinks and ambers, a quiet tension hums, the mind rehearsing rebirth before the world has even asked for it. It’s both claustrophobic and tender, an inner spring that refuses to wait for permission.
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