Balanced Ledger

Rough parchment scrapes against calloused skin, tracing the fine lines etched into your palm like dry riverbeds. Each movement pulls at the muscle, demanding a physical tax that leaves the hands heavy and slow. This friction acts as an invisible scale where every sharp sensation requires a corresponding withdrawal of strength. As the sun dips low, a quiet stillness settles over the room, leaving only the steady, rhythmic ache of being present in one's own body.