The Infinite Loop of Venice: A Universe in a Glass of Champagne
I stand at the edge where water meets stone, holding a universe
Fractal Eye
Ephemeral Echoes in Frost
The city breathes, a frosted sigh against my cheek. It’s funny,
Ephemeral Bloom in Concrete Fields
The city breathes, a slow expansion and contraction of light mirroring the
Chromatic Bloom, Echoing Dusk
The blue edge of his scarf, a perfect fractal echo of the
