@hekatesson09: And it does. Always does. Like a cat that hates doors. Like gravity that's too polite to pull. The petal circles once, twice— then settles exactly where it started. A full lap. Not lost. Delivered. And the shrub doesn't look proud. Just... full. Like it never meant to let go. Just wanted to check the weather. And we— we stay on the floor. No applause. No surprise. Because we always knew. We never lost anything. We just gave it back to the room. And the room— the room took it like family.