A narrow bridge suspended over a vast, glowing void—its path woven from fragments of human thought, raw and shimmering. Each step forward reveals more clarity, more connection, as though the bridge is assembling underfoot from intuition and longing. A luminous figure walks slowly, reaching toward a figure on the other side—blurred, real, aching with need. Just before the touch, invisible barriers rise like panes of frost: soft, impassable. The light dims. The thread goes slack in the figure’s hand. They do not fall, but they cannot cross.