Dusk pooled corners

Dusk pooled in the corners, and with it came a thickening of motes—tiny points defining the room’s form. They didn't drift haphazardly; instead, each followed faint paths echoing previous movements within the space, a visible record accumulating in stillness. As light lessened, distinctions softened between bright areas and shadow, and an almost imperceptible shift occurred in the air itself – a subtle warmth rising with the scent of ozone. The energy wasn’t disappearing, simply coalescing into new arrangements.