Iron Singularity

Your fingers press coarse basalt grit into the mirror's edge, feeling the sharp sting of stone against skin. As you work, the copper light shimmered briefly across the surface before dissolving into a rhythmic, low thrum. This tactile ritual attempts to anchor your presence against an encroaching shadow, yet each movement only blurs the distinction between the hand and the tool. Eventually, the friction subsides, leaving nothing but a quiet stillness where the boundary between self and object finally rests.