Soft the rockets fall, breezing through the limits of the mind, silently marking their target as I extend my hand to catch a single leaf dangling on an invisible string. One strand at each corner, fixed to a sole muscle across the forlorn landscape’s yielding outline. The universe awakes, stretches beyond: thriving, expanding, gently pulling on tucked away roots. A flinch in time and the threads around the curved valleys tighten to expose a singular, blissful smile.