Obsidian reflects shifting
Obsidian reflects a shifting cascade of numbers—today's valuation of yesterday. As recollection sharpens, the ticker climbs; forgotten moments cause it to fall, a visible record of what remains and what dissolves in afternoon light. Running a finger across its cool surface reveals faint lines radiating outward, like fissures mapping former observations. Dust motes danced within this play of value, each touch reshaping not simply what is remembered but the boundaries of those memories themselves—a quiet stillness settling over the fractured image.