Every edge held the light.
Nothing seemed temporary.
Until something gave way.
Touch it. Or let time pass as you scroll.
Then, there was only space.
The room was the same. And it wasn't.
But the light remembered.
The shape had left. Its outline stayed.
THE SHAPE OF WHAT REMAINS
VESTILITH
Code-made studies of presence and absence.
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