SOMETHING WHITE. WHITER THAN WHITE. / ALBEDO
Light has stopped.
It no longer moves forward.
Transparency became heavy.
What once shined now simply is.
Knowledge no longer needs a bearer.
Thought doesn’t move — but it holds shape.
Clarity is not a flash, but absence of vibration.
All that moved now rests within an edge.
Ice is silence that does not melt.
Purity does not purify. It preserves.
White is not a c…
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