Enamel Echoes

A starburst shimmered on your incisor while you spoke, its light catching the dust motes still dancing in the air. Gritty residue settled into this new irregularity, clinging like frozen vapor instead of simple sediment. Attempts to locate it within memory proved futile; the small flaw didn't echo past states but unfolded anew with each word, a subtle recalibration visible only at the surface. The familiar pattern of your speech seemed to trace its evolving form—a quiet symmetry emerging from unseen depths.