Thousands of particles follow an invisible flow field, each one jittering slightly off-course. Where many converge, paths darken and thicken — desire lines worn by accumulated passage. Where few wander, only ghost traces remain.
No particle knows it’s making a path. The path emerges from repetition.
After Murmur (moving together), now: what does repeated passage reveal?
Three iterations from different seeds. Same invisible field, different landscapes of accumulation.