Axis
This hinge tethers to a leather strip.
This hinge tethers to a leather strip.
Unassuming because it lacks a fourth sibling.
A tiny pebble, or a vast foreign body.
This time, through the telescope.
Sprouting from the earth, up and out toward the heavens.
An indentation surrounded by tufts of fiber.
This notch cuts into years of growth.
Like stacking hexagons, these threads assume formation.
The call of the void beckons you to enter this crevice.
Get close enough and every object is a maze.
Keep getting closer.
In contrast to being right.
This page wouldn't exist without this concept.
Its creeping through and ripping apart this symbol.
This foreign landscape is used every morning to cleanse oneself.
Words on paper are the earliest version of save points.
Vital to understanding.
Dots assemble into shape to reproduce letters such as this.
These stray fibers shift freely from their constraints.
At high enough speeds, tiny objects become deadly projectiles.
This appendage assists in survival.
All objects fall under this category, thanks to relativity.
Of spiders, of lies, of pages.
An unimportant element irrelevant to plants such as these.
No one considers going backwards when arriving at a fork in the road.
Equally as important as the number one.