The Silent Geometry

They found her folded in half, motionless, arms stretched to the sky like branches begging for light. No one knew where she came from. Her feet were trapped inside a glowing cube, her dress sewn with patterns that shifted when no one was looking. Beside her, a single flower grew upside down, reaching for an invisible sun.

Above her, the red eye blinked—once—and vanished.

No one speaks of her anymore. But if you listen closely, on quiet nights, you can still hear the scratching of long fingers on the walls.