Vein Rhythms
A delicate vibration settled against your skin, mirroring the quiet chime that had become a measured beat. Within the glass, concentric whorls blossomed and faded—each expansion revealing subtle shifts in color, like oil slicked across dark water. Every touch seemed to accumulate within the material’s depths; past resonances layered upon each other, altering the tempo of subsequent echoes. The surface held these histories, reflecting not a single moment but countless impressions woven into its being.