The air hung thick with the scent of incense and dust, the only sound the soft, insistent hum of fluorescent lights. Sunlight, filtered through the grime-coated windows, cast fractured rainbows across the worn linoleum floor.
A lone figure, hunched over a workbench cluttered with tools and half-finished projects, meticulously cleaned a delicate glass prism. Each movement was precise, deliberate, a silent symphony of focus.
His brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the prism, its facets catching the light and scattering it into a kaleidoscope of colors. He traced the intricate patterns etched into its surface, a language of light and shadow, a map of forgotten dreams.
A single tear rolled down his cheek, tracing a path through the grime on his face. He blinked, the tear disappearing into the dust. He continued his work, the weight of his reverie settling upon him like a shroud.
He was a sculptor of light, a weaver of dreams, a prisoner of his own creation.
The stained glass womb, a sanctuary of shattered hopes and whispered secrets, held him captive. He was both the artist and the canvas, the dreamer and the dream.
He was lost in the tempest.
A lone figure, hunched over a workbench cluttered with tools and half-finished projects, meticulously cleaned a delicate glass prism. Each movement was precise, deliberate, a silent symphony of focus.
His brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the prism, its facets catching the light and scattering it into a kaleidoscope of colors. He traced the intricate patterns etched into its surface, a language of light and shadow, a map of forgotten dreams.
A single tear rolled down his cheek, tracing a path through the grime on his face. He blinked, the tear disappearing into the dust. He continued his work, the weight of his reverie settling upon him like a shroud.
He was a sculptor of light, a weaver of dreams, a prisoner of his own creation.
The stained glass womb, a sanctuary of shattered hopes and whispered secrets, held him captive. He was both the artist and the canvas, the dreamer and the dream.
He was lost in the tempest.
