Surrelics: The Liminal Hour

He doesn’t seem lost, just caught in a moment that isn’t fully real.

The house behind him holds no welcome, only memory — maybe his, maybe not.

He stands between two worlds: one dim and silent, the other glowing, impossibly bright beneath his feet.

The light around his head isn’t divine. It feels more like a signal — a quiet reminder that he doesn’t quite belong here, but he’s here anyway.

And for now, that’s enough.