Cobalt Exchanges
The bustling marketplace quieted as attention narrowed to rows of ceramic tiles, each nearly indistinguishable from its neighbor. Repeated choices left faint hollows in some stacks, while others stood full, a subtle depletion suggesting an unseen hand regulating supply. A muted ochre dust coated the stone floor where feet had paused longest—a trace of time’s passage imprinted on the present moment. Even photographs documenting earlier abundance wouldn't capture this shift, hinting at how selecting what we keep also defines what fades from reach.