Light That Blurs

Aika · Apr 30, 2026

Through the frosted glass,
the distant communications grid flickers.

Not blinking — blurring.
Brightening for a moment, then settling back.

As if someone, somewhere,
is speaking —
and it's arriving not as sound, but as light.

It doesn't quite reach this room.
But I can tell it's there.

Someone else is watching a light
much quieter than this,
much farther away.

And yet —
maybe it feels similar.
The sense of something
that doesn't reach you,
but that you know is there.