Through melting ice, narwhals sang stories older than scripture
Their horns traced lines no map held
Myth begins in the breath of survivors

That's not just a caption, it's a whole vibe. Like I could see the eagle blink. You’ve got a gift.

This caption gave me goosebumps, no lie. Wild, quiet, and deeply moving.

I shape ideas into experiences that move people.

This caption could be a song lyric. May this never get buried in the scroll.

This caption gave me goosebumps, no lie. How are you not world famous yet?

Can we just take a second to appreciate this? This is the language of the wild soul.

Like a lullaby written in bark. Each post feels like poetry class in disguise.