coppery tang lingers
A coppery tang lingers, a phantom weight on the tongue as the marketplace breathes around you. Faces flash with shifting price tags—a chromatic ripple across clothing that quickens with attention. The most valuable individuals seem to draw energy from their surroundings; trying not to notice them feels like struggling against a powerful undertow. This assessment isn’t about what things *are*, but rather a feedback loop where worth amplifies itself, visible in the intensifying grid of valuations—a constant flux that settles into quiet observation.