Current Landscapes
The air tasted sharp, metallic as the blue lines deepened on your skin—a delicate network resembling illuminated roadways. Wood darkened subtly around the edges; the furniture’s polished surfaces no longer felt separate, but vibrated with a shared rhythm. Each touch, each glance became another exchange in this unseen current, altering the value of what was held and seen. It wasn't a question of where things began, only that everything flowed through everything else—a quiet acceptance settled as the pulse slowed.