AllBranch.
It's softer than expected.
Like a centipede.
Somewhat shy and surprisingly delicate.
It deceives; it appears prickly and hard, but it is not.
Receptive, pleasant.
A bit uninteresting.
Surprisingly delicate, tender, like a feather, like a small animal, as if it had no weight.
Amazement, pause, stepping out of time.
It smells fresh, it tastes like Christmas celebrations, a little spicy.
Touch: ticklish, caressing, but it suffers from touch, quickly subsides, reacts strongly to
everything, inviting, nice, friendly.
Delicate, dancing, glows especially green in the light.
Reminiscent of green algae and fluorescent light and the “Rayon vert,” a natural and rare
optical phenomenon in which a green flash of light can be seen in the sky at sunset.
Very sensitive.
Like a thousand antennae, energy flows into the hand. Shadows like a centipede.
Seismograph. Like a physical instrument, a fine measuring device—without knowing what it
measures.
You have to hold it correctly: it must not be held vertically and the underside must not face
upwards—that would be mean, and it would not be protected. If you touch it wrong, it breaks; every movement is too rough, too fast. You can't smooth the leaves back down.