just after fall X maddevs

just beyond the fold the air softens and the world hushes. after fall silence spreads like breath on glass. drag melts into a low tide and rhythm slips between breaths. cream and charcoal settle like dusk, a thin seam of ember gold along the edges, and somewhere a deep blue begins to listen. type brushes past like a fingertip on glass, leaving faint murmurs, images drift, realign, and hold. you move rather than scroll, guided and unhurried, through rooms where motion pauses to let the light arrive. subtle chaos arranges itself grain by grain until quiet gathers in your hands. and then as day leans into night or night back into day you cross a threshold without noticing and carry a small reserve of stillness with you.