He stared into the depths of the pool below him. It seemed unending and overwhelming. But he didn’t turn his gaze away despite his mind screaming for him to escape. His heart fell into the chasm and tumbled away from him and became free in the falling.
“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention” – The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
To be loved and seen. To be remembered. To resemble something familiar as you return to a room. To never feel forgotten.
The alchemist stood there looking into the fire. He knew over the moments to come, something new would emerge from the mixture he’d so carefully shaped. In time, there would be something new where nothing stood before. It was the only thing that made him whole.