Vein Symmetry
Warmth spread from the touch, blossoming into a faint network visible even behind closed eyes—a doubling of veins like intricate circuitry etched onto darkness. The pattern wasn't found so much as recalled, an echo of something deeply familiar within the body’s own architecture. Light seemed to flow *within* these channels, not illuminating them but composing their very form, each pulse a subtle shift in hue marking the passage of moments. It felt less like choosing a path and more like following one already laid down, bearing witness to its inevitable unfolding than creating it; a tightening focus on what was always there.