Grit & Currency

A dull coppery taste bloomed on the tongue with prolonged concentration, reminiscent not of coins but iron dust clinging to skin. Holding back recollections proved a physical act, like bracing against an incoming wave; pressure tightened around the temples and in the chest. Within this resistance, memories underwent a curious weighting—some grew heavier, others almost dissolved as if subject to fluctuating value. The light caught motes dancing above your outstretched hand, each one appearing altered by the effort of recall, hinting at something forming beyond simple remembrance.