Genetic Machine
It seems that life and legend have arrived from their own far place to create a home. Some things just naturally come together to form a visual beauty of these falling waters and emerald ferns, as if the genetic code itself, a jungle blueprint, its DNA, might find a fiery birth in a distant archipelago like this one. The island stands silent, as if some issue has already been settled--no more beckoning just a majestic, expressionless satisfaction of massive entangled jungle. Yes, the forces have come together to create a real beauty with her wind spun sparkles careening from rock, water prisms along her north coast. And yet, she holds a strength against encroaching forces, her wetness flinging itself into a wind spin, plummeting water pummels rocks who, themselves, refuse to budge. Having this cool space seems the perfect isolation to grow a genetic machine.
