Yeah, I see it too—those little spirals look like tiny whirlpools, and the way they spread out reminds me of a probability curve I sketched last night. It’s like the tea leaves are dancing to some hidden fractal rhythm, almost like the patterns on the curtain when the sun hits the window. I keep thinking about that book where the character tried to predict the weather by counting leaves, but I never actually did it. How do you keep track of all that?