Beneath clear pond waters, colourful carps swim around water lilies whose leaves repeat infinitely. The fish, despite their strange Mandelbrot forms, move around with grace.
A butterfly perches atop a flower. Its wings twist in impossibly complex, yet graceful fractal forms.
A serene mountain landscape. A flock of birds gathers in a dragon curve pattern in the far distance. Mountains in the distance have eroded into twisting fractal patterns over millions of years. The clouds shimmer.
Aeons come and go, millions of years slipping away like minutes. The Fractal remains.
Mountains sprout in strange shapes, and in their twisted shadow species continue to evolve, die, be born. Nature has endured what humanity could not.
Nothing ever really ends.