Much Less Normal

Tears of Love began coursing through a crevice in the wall, dissolving the old mortar which had been so firm.
From the realm beyond our interstice, the Lacrima of Yearning was met by a coruscating light, heavy with air.
This luminance seemed to generate in a distant source, yet had always been present – as illusion hides eternity. In this New Open Channel, a possibility was forged. A golden opportunity for the future and a resting place for the past.