Hua

A gentle breeze moves through emptiness, gathering grass and leaves until something living begins to take shape. Grass becomes feathers, leaves form a body, and the new creature opens its eyes on a world that, from its perspective, did not exist a moment earlier.

With the first glimpse of itself, color, shape, and sound seem to expand outward, as though awareness itself is waking nature into being. This is not a journey from one place to another, but a quiet transformation in which emptiness becomes a creature and the creature's first perception becomes an entire world.