Oxidized Weight
Rough broom bristles rasp against unpolished wood, scattering brass filings in jagged sprays rather than orderly rings. This resistance travels upward through the arms, settling as a heavy tremor deep within the marrow of every bone. Above the workbench, the workshop walls dissolve into an endless expanse of dark machinery, rendering each frantic stroke a single microscopic pulse lost inside a crushing mass. In this sudden vastness, the friction between hand and floor settles into a quiet, singular rhythm.