[ ONTOLOGIC FICTION ]
_everwonder
*** the breath, wasn’t hers…
It was the day itself -
Sun and Moon dancing, pressing, gold into her chest…
The wind found the doorway
between ribs and memory,
and entered.
It whistled ones as it slipped through forgotten pain,
swirled within,
then poured out -
a soft exhale into everything.***
She notices.
Wonder becomes an instrument.
Curiosity becomes vision.
She listens
beyond sound.
Listening for patterns.
Reality appears different because she asks different questions.
Nature becomes consciousness.
Beauty as intelligence.
Growth as information.
The visible spectrum -
- a reminder that this is only the tiny fraction humans can already perceive.
She quietly whispers:
Imagine everything outside the rainbow.
Nothing is rigid.
Everything curves.
This matters.
Straight lines imply engineering.
Curves imply life.
everything is alive
everything is flowing.
She doesn't see objects.
She sees relationships.
She doesn't perceive color.
She perceives frequency gradients.
She doesn't hear music.
She watches sound become geometry.
She doesn't walk through the world.
She walks through fields of probability.