The photograph shimmers and becomes noticeably heavier.
For an instant your body vanishes, carrying you, weightless, to the world of memories.
You hover within an enormous tree trunk, hollowed out, a tunnel towards open twilight sky. Braided roots flow underfoot, blanketed by moss and clover as though embroidered and delicately staged to welcome forest dwellers for an evening banquet.
A fountain burbles next to you. It’s made from near-transparent rose quartz, and hums with song: something more melodious than water alone.
[ Listen to the music of the rose-quartz fountain ] —
Collections of glowing images emerge and fade away inside the fountain’s waterfalls by an unknown mechanism — or a trick of the mind? — somehow, with astonishing clarity.
They are memories, and they do not seem to be your own.
[ Catch one of the images suspended briefly in water ] —
I like the rose quartz music🎹
Thank you for this journey. It’s nice to be swept away.