Fractured Pulse
Sharp incisions sever the soft patterns, sending jagged streaks of light through the glass like fungal filaments spreading under dark soil. A rhythmic hum vibrates against your throat, pulsing in time with each strobe until the distinction between skin and object dissolves into a single, interlocking mechanism. As these disruptions rearrange the architecture of what is felt, the heavy beeswax scent settles over a world no longer divided by edges.
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