Before order, there is feeling. Coral Tangle is the heart before words: orange loops,
pink knots, black and white threads spiraling like thoughts that refuse to be still. It
spills over its edges the way joy and grief do, impossible to fold neatly. This tangle
is the raw yarn of emotion, the first gesture of every weaving, the beautiful chaos
from which all healing begins. To untangle it would be to silence it; instead, it is
allowed to breathe.
