Tardigrade corn maze at Treinen Farm in Wisconsin.
theres something deep about such a small animal being drawn on such a large scale like do they know does the tardigrade know of their own portrait that is comparable to thousands of universes in length on their scale? a portrait drawn by beings that they know nothing about, but whom know so much about them? beings who live in an entirely other world, yet still admire the small tardigrade? admiration enough to give a tardigrade a glimpse of a micro and macro world in mirror, to let the tardigrade feel what is felt by those who know them? im not crying about the tardigrade cornfield, im not
the moon tardigrades are looking down on this and smiling