Fractals.A sheered-shattered image of what was once whole. Why is it that fractured images are more majestic than the original?Why is it that when something breaks, it possesses a beauty that beguiles the mind and captures the soul in a dance of change and indifference? The broken mirage cares not for what it is or what it once was.  But is it content with what it has become?But be careful, for what may pose and flaunt its beauty only does so to hide its sharp edge.  If held the wrong way, it will cut the hand that possesses it, maybe even shattering the fractal once more. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- (sup guys I don't really have a lot of spare time so updates will be sparse  thanks for reading my stuff and enjoy)