twilight bath / arrival 00:01
light arrives, again
under warm water
reflection / soft wisteria
Before sunrise, the bath already glows.
Darkness is not absence here; it is water holding its breath, a lavender depth where every beginning waits to loosen.
A candle trembles behind pearl glass, and the first ripple carries its warmth outward in rings of mint, blush, and quiet.
To arrive is only to become visible to what has been rising all along.
immersion / depth 03.7m
The descent is slow enough to become a ritual.
Panels of translucent warmth slide past each other like submerged screens, each one catching a different version of the same candle.
Bubbles lift small memories toward the surface; the larger ones move with moonlike patience, the smallest with quick silver certainty.
Here, thought becomes temperature.
The warmth intensifies until observer and lantern are the same soft flame.
Everything dissolves.
Form becomes current.
The bath remembers us as light.
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