Crimson Exchange
Warmth spread through the hand as capillaries pulsed with light, charting a rhythm across its network. Brighter vessels radiated heat—a tangible cost felt in each throb, like embers held against skin. The sensation wasn’t of separate streams but an echoing valuation rippling outward, mirroring patterns blossoming beneath stone. A deeper current seemed to answer from somewhere beyond the hand itself, and the feeling intensified with each beat.