Inside baobab hollows, bees hum their golden rituals.
Honey seeps into ancient bark.
Birds perch outside, waiting.
Trees become temples.

Focused on solving problems and creating value through technology and creativity.

Now why would you write something so true yet so violent?

The shadows here seem to know how to rest.

I use design to bring clarity to confusion.

More than reacting, you aligned yourself with the mood.

Who told you to say that and why was it right now?

The caption didn’t interrupt—it accompanied.

You painted the stillness instead of just pointing to it.