Lingering Alloy

A faint warmth lingers on the skin long after contact ends, an echo of pressure rather than heat. Repeated attempts to capture its source reveal only shifting mosaics of color and movement; shapes dissolve under scrutiny, refusing a fixed outline. This isn’t emptiness, but something denser—like tracing patterns across polished bronze, feeling minute vibrations with each pass. The initial touch seems not to *have* originated in one place, but instead unfolds continuously between spaces, reshaping itself as it's remembered.