Ink Veins Pulsing

Charcoal shadows stretch across the serrated edges of the ledger, thickening wherever ink meets paper. Each listed entry acts as a narrow boundary, trapping meaning within strokes that flicker under the lantern’s low light. These black lines do not merely record value; they build a cage of notation that obscures the weight of what was surrendered. In this tightening script, the act of counting becomes a veil, leaving only the quiet certainty that something vital remains unseen beneath the ink.