Shattered fragments scatter in restless currents,
colors dissolve into one another—
vivid, chaotic, uncertain.

What once was whole bends and caves,
dreams folding under their own weight,
edges blurring in the fading light.

In the collapse, new shapes form,
not yet clear, not yet named—
a fragile balance between loss and becoming.

The night trembles with broken hopes,
but somewhere deep beneath,
something stirs to rise again.