Created with a prompt inspired by the original poem by
@SPi
Eternal Snail
Slow it winds, the fractal shell,/ Where spirals dream and echoes dwell./ Each curve unfolds, a mirrored trace,/ An endless path through boundless space. Beneath its weightless, silent tread,/ Worlds collapse and bloom instead./ Infinity whispers, soft and frail—/ Behold the path of the eternal snail.
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