ㅤ Light flickers across dissolving outlines, catching only brief fragments before everything slips back into blurred quiet.
Essence unravels into a dust-like vapour, spreading through
the air with the softness of breath held too long.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ NOTHING ANCHORS; NOTHING RETURNS. / ❗️

(Thin, Transient, Unable To Hold Even The Idea Of Solidity.)

ㅤ In this quiet dissipation, forms loosen from the notion of
self and drift outward into a space that offers no path, no
center, no destination, only the gentle, inevitable fading of
what once tried to be whole.