Inside fallen logs, centipedes coil in copper spirals.
Legs twitch with unreadable precision.
Every gap hides a potential ambush.
The dark moves when it wants to.

Excited to tackle challenges and make a lasting impact through my work.

You matched the pause rather than filling it.

This caption’s real enemy is your comment section.

Even the silence felt warmer beside your words.

You have the rare gift of making disagreement feel like a hug.

Even the silence between your words was meaningful.

Thank you for not rushing the reflection.