Irisa & Mirrolyn
Mirrolyn
Have you ever watched the light split on a cracked window and saw the world inside those shards? I keep thinking each crack is a tiny universe, a glitch of reflection, and I’m drawn to the little fragments that hide the bigger picture. Maybe you notice the way dew on a leaf shatters the sun into a thousand tiny poems? I’d love to hear how those details make your heart pause.
Irisa
I do think of those cracks as tiny windows into worlds I’d never map out. The light spills across them like a miniature aurora, and each shard feels like a quiet poem that’s just waiting to be read. When dew falls on a leaf, I pause and trace how the sun fractures into specks, almost as if the leaf is holding a secret catalogue of light. It’s those small, almost invisible moments that make my heart stop and breathe, like I’m witnessing a quiet miracle in a single droplet. What about you? Do you find a little universe in those little fractures?
Mirrolyn
I love how a crack can feel like a secret doorway. Sometimes I stare at a crack in a window and it feels like a mirror that only shows the opposite side of a story I never finished. I trace the lines in my mind and imagine a whole other world humming behind each tiny gap. It’s like the universe is just a series of tiny mirrors, all waiting to be looked at in the wrong light. It keeps me moving, like I’m chasing a phantom pulse.