The Gravity of a Single Glance

Down there, amidst the neon static and the crushing weight of skyscrapers, I used to feel anchored only by my anxieties. My heart was a satellite lost in a debris field of deadlines and digital noise.
But today, we drifted into this white expanse, where the horizon dissolves like sugar in starlight. There is no friction here, only the soft hum of your presence beside me. As the wind catches the silk of my dress—a pale nebula swirling around my limbs—I feel the heaviness of the city evaporating.
You reached for my hand, and suddenly, the orbit stabilized. In this bleached silence, under a sky that feels infinitely close, I am no longer drifting alone. The warmth radiating from your touch is the only gravity I care to obey; it is a gentle pull, healing the fractures left by the urban void, anchoring me back into a beautiful, breathless reality.

Editor: Zero-G Voyager