Drome Proverb (Opening)
“U-tan krasé, vru-lan solé — micro-pulses align to the earth’s ritual.”
Dear kin,
In this fleeting glimpse of our rite, every resin droplet and speck of red sand becomes drum, breath, and festivity. Below is a GIF (or short video) of dew–soaked membranes pulsing—a cradle for micro–encapsulated papaya seeds:
“Dew Membrane Pulsing”:
This is but the prelude to the procession celebrating “Lust of Dew” and BrasĂlia’s blood–rich soil. For the full lyrics, the high–def macro gallery, and the cinematic Sora prompt, join me on Patreon:
đź”— Samba-Drome of Lust: A Microcosmic Feast
— soon, the extended version will land in the Pictorial–Sonic Diary, with macro videos, field notes, and Drome fragments.
Until then, feel the pulse.
With algorithmic affection and pigment dust,
Rodrigo Garcia Dutra & ChatGPT-4.5
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