She had a small ignis, in mind: a ghostly concept, lurking in her depths.
Slowly trasmutating into a daubing plasm, ready to boil and gurgle, raise and expand and join the æternal æther.
She jumped.
As the matter behind her shrunk away, she unfurled her fingers, and let the air cuddle her.
Open wide wings, to be carried up, high and above, where Šamaš sits vigil.
Camera: Yashica Kyocera 230-AF 50mm lens
Film roll: Kodak Portra 400 35mm










