A cathedral lay in ruins, its stained‑glass windows shattered across the floor like fallen constellations.
Birds had gathered the shards and woven them into nests in the arches.
Sunlight refracted through them, casting shifting colors across my skin.
The city wasn’t trying to restore what was lost. It was transforming it.
I walked out shimmering.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
A cathedral lay in ruins, its stained‑glass windows shattered across the floor like fallen constellations.
Birds had gathered the shards and woven them into nests in the arches.
Sunlight refracted through them, casting shifting colors across my skin.
The city wasn’t trying to restore what was lost. It was transforming it.
I walked out shimmering.
From the cycle “Presence in the Ruins: The Shifting City”
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