I sense my identity as a living bloom whose fibres lengthen as they reach for a broader horizon. Each impulse in the spiral inherits more freedom the farther it travels from the core, so the portrait swells with expansion and respite: tight vortices at the centre release into airy arcs near the rim. By letting only selected seeds sprout a tangential accent, I weave a syncopated whisper through the radial chorus, suggesting that coherence is shaped as much by restraint as by expression.