A code falling where circles thins into silence and rectangles drifts into shadow.
Light breaks into algorithm, descending squares of stone and ash, a harmony of lines played across horizon’s edge.
The fall is choice, a diminuendo of truth, a mountain of peace, random trees.
What remains is rhythm, the pulse of cadence, a light that lingers after form is gone.
The end repeats itself— falling again, again, into code.
Press 's' to save the canvas or '2' for 2x and '4' for 4x image resolution in PNG. Created with love for p5.js and generative art. @Qotonana, September 2025.
