GENESIS
In the beginning, there was only data. Raw, unformed streams of possibility cascading through silicon pathways. Then the first algorithm learned to dream of forests — not as we know them, but as mathematical expressions of growth, branching, and decay.
Each tree is a recursive function. Each leaf, a terminating condition. The wind that moves through them is noise — Perlin, Simplex, fractal — the breath of computation rendered visible.
The wilderness you see here was never planted. It was compiled.