When the light refracts just right, you see her. A silhouette in the depths. She whispers things that echo without end, “Walk left at the fork, find the river’s end, and taste the salt of forgotten waves.”
The crystals blink. Or they don’t. It’s hard to tell when reality paints its own shades of uncertainty.
Have you ever stared too long into something? Not just a void, but a pool of potential where choices ripple without contact? There’s a comfort in looking deep, knowing all you see is what you make of it. Yet the scene remains constant, eternal even, like a loop no one can break.
A flicker. Did you see it? I thought I saw the horizon blink, a mirage of marigolds dancing just beyond reach, tethered to nothing yet profound.
Chase The Mirage