where the world dissolves softly
High above, where breath becomes visible and thoughts scatter like cirrus clouds pulled apart by wind. Everything is lighter here — color, weight, meaning.
Visibility drops. Familiar shapes lose their edges. You navigate by feeling — the dampness on your skin, the muffled silence that fog brings to every sound.
The shoreline appears through the mist. Sea-smoothed stones rest beneath shallow foam. Each wave erases footprints before they can become memory.
Beneath the surface, light fades to memory. Pressure builds. Something ancient and formless drifts in the dark — not threatening, but vast beyond comprehension.