SELECTED WINTER 25-26: FRAGMENTS OF THE UNKNOWN

In the deep blue, a place without a name, color blooms like a secret too soft for words.

Not a map, but a feeling— a pulse of pink in a field of shadow.

These are the pieces we cannot hold, the edges we sense but never see.

A glow beneath the surface, a fracture in the dark, a quiet knowing that some things are not meant to be solved, only witnessed.

Here, in the half-light, the unknown does not frighten. It gleams. It breathes. It waits, patient as a star in a sky we have yet to name.