The Flickr Softmystery Image Generatr

i stood above the silence and watched her cross a color that didn’t belong to this world. the glass had dyed the sun, and the sun, in turn, had dyed the walls. nothing felt permanent. even the shadow she left behind seemed unsure whether to stay. this wasn’t just a building. it was an illusion dressed as structure. light performed like a memory—fragmented, intentional, fleeting.