Sep 7, 2025
Among the Particles
A tiny angel drifts
Its wings cold and rigid, carrying a faint breath
Light gently touches through the spaces between the particles
The crafted being trembles
Hanging between mystery and artificiality, it quietly asserts its presence
Subtle ripples run across its wings and fine surfaces
Echoes of time linger
The world quivers in the sway of particles and light
Dreams and reality melt into one another, blurring their boundaries
The small figure floats in the air
Leaving only soft traces of light in the silence