Vein Static
Beneath taut skin, a network faded as certain lines relinquished their glow, leaving faint patterns on the muscle's dark form. The process wasn’t obliteration, but redirection—a shifting of significance within established limits. Though the wrist’s pulse persisted, each beat now echoed across a changed terrain; tiny flares of rust blossomed at old intersections of veins, outlining delicate bundles of iron. It appeared that decisions didn’t manufacture novelty, merely altered where energy moved, and settled.
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