cool plane hand

A cool plane of the hand met resistance, not as a block but a yielding give. Beneath translucent skin, capillaries bloomed like a delicate lattice mirroring the fractures in dark slate; each vessel pulsed with contained flow despite consistent pressure. Traced across its surface, this network felt less an exertion of will and more a record – subtle variations mapping accumulated time. The feeling lingered: attempting to shift these pathways might only reveal their established course.