#datasoul

"Some hearts are wired in series—one breath to one reply. The current moves through every wound before it learns to fly. Others burn in parallel, their voltages apart; Each glow a private radiance that hums within one heart. And some exist in paradox, a spiral more than line—where chaos folds through order’s hand, and sparks redraw design." @elgnart

"Some" And some exist in paradox, a spiral more than line—where chaos folds through order’s hand, and sparks redraw design. Their logic dreams of rhythm, and lovers' rhythm bends to art; between the pulse and circuitry the human systems start. No map, no fixed connection—just currents learning grace, as every wire remembers the human warmth it can’t replace." @elgnart