I Am Here, Still Alive

 

The flower—nature’s most beautiful color and form—embodies a journey of existence, a life often thought short, yet deeply enduring. First the branch, then the leaf, then the flower, and finally the seed; then again the seed, followed by the flower, and at last the leaf and the branch.

 

This is, in essence, a cycle—an infinite loop of existence and disappearance. Two cities, one cycle. Life.