Crimson Lotus Soaring -

The Unfurling: On Wings of Crimson

In the silent arithmetic of nature, few equations are as stark as the one written in the muck of a stagnant pond. It is the algebra of decay: the heavier the root, the darker the silt. Yet, from this ledger of rot, the lotus emerges unblemished. crimson lotus soaring

Because the soaring was never the destination. The soaring was the proof of life. The Unfurling: On Wings of Crimson In the

Now, imagine that lotus not resting placidly on the water’s surface, but soaring . the darker the silt. Yet

Of course, nothing soars forever. Even Icarus had a appointment with the sea.