Within the span of a heartbeat, light dances, scattering through the prism of an open window.
Breathe in the soft glow; shadows stretch like whispers.
Each breath holds a refracted dream, where time itself fractures — seconds stretch, uncoil, and unravel.
A child’s laughter captivates the dusky air.
Outside, a doorway leads into the amber forest, where sunlight fractures into geometric entities, puzzling yet intricate like a beckoning riddle.
The moon proposes a celestial dialogue; it knows the paths of refracted light.
Between you & the air, exist the echoes of choice. Can you hear them? See the twins.
To continue the embrace of this woven fabric.