The Culantro Chronicles 2- Iteration of the Strange Attractor

The transformation was quick and seamless. I only remember fragments of my previous life. Faint impressions of light; a stream of photosynthetic memories. There was another being- a man. He put me in this self-watering pot and poured liquids into it. Then the walls breathed in and out. Melted in a kaleidoscope of colors. Everything was wrinkled with intricate patterns and designs. There was a point, then another point making up the line, and yet a third one defining a plane in space. In the beginning was the word, and the word was light. Then I had a thought, and here I was. ~~~ Thank you for reading this episode of the Culantro Chronicles. The image in this NFT is a JPEG, 1024 x 1024 px at 300 dpi.