A white world, luminescent at night. As sharp as a witty retort. As sharp as a spear of sunlight. A bright light, an icy invite. The crisp shell cracks, and a warmth emerges, gilding the grounds in memories of lavender-musk mornings and autumn afternoons. Vivacious, vibrating with urgency. A symphony of citrus sings like a signature scrawled across fresh linen. Bleached bones in an August sun.