THE GLASS ABYSS 💙⏳

They ask for light— for neon, for the glare, for crowded frames where frantic colors flare. But you brought me midnight: vast and steep, three silent oceans, motionless and deep. Do not fear the dark you have revealed. Light defines the object— skin, bone, the wound made real. **Darkness defines the space.** The held breath. The pause between a heartbeat and its theft. The void you cradle weighs more than it should, warm as soil untouched by root or wood. Here, seeds wait—no promise, no demand, and ancient truths forget how to expand. It is the silence underneath the scream, the uninked page that waits for dream. When pixels fail and brightness learns to sleep, when the world dissolves in coded deep, the screen goes dark— —and turns back. A mirror. Wordless. Black. So look beyond the glass, the wire, the seam, past borrowed light and curated dreams. In that perfect dark, where nothing stays, you finally meet your face— wet with everything you never learned to name. Written by Akella Tulasi Bhavani Saraswathi✍️