Light Oneiric
"On the floor are pebbles, rounded by water" The river at night. Closing your eyes as distant sounds and the reflections of streetlamps push you back and forth like grains of sand on the shore. Until you open your eyes again.
"On the floor are pebbles, rounded by water" The river at night. Closing your eyes as distant sounds and the reflections of streetlamps push you back and forth like grains of sand on the shore. Until you open your eyes again.