My Dad's Handcraft arts: Orbitless Soul

Once upon a time, amidst the curves of the universe, there existed a soul that revolved around neither a star nor a planet. They called it the Orbitless Soul. Drifting through colors and lights, this soul searched for the meaning of existence. Every curve, every wave told a story, yet none offered a place it could belong.

One day, in a dimension unknown, where the past and future intertwined, the soul paused. Here, time was not a plane but a wave; memories were woven into lines. Each color held an emotion, each line a life. The soul wandered among these waves and realized: there was no need for an orbit. It could exist in every color, in every line.

At that moment, it shed the burden of the past and future and joined the infinite dance of the universe. It belonged to neither a place nor a time; it was the pure form of freedom. And in this realm, it discovered its own existence within the lines and colors.