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.
Do something cool and unexpected involving a snail shell/create a beautiful surreal image that is incredibly detailed and intricate yet clear and defined/