Study of nature

In these tokens is revealed a single occult law—that death is no ruin, but transformation, a shifting of essence into subtler realms. The bird falls, the blossom wanes, yet in their very perishing they are transfigured, entering into the cycle that knows no end. Thus the study becomes a charm, a mirror to the unseen: a whisper that what dies here is only released elsewhere, into the deeper chambers of existence.