Bubbles float along the hollow edge at the pool’s heart, concealing three yellow and blue sapphires within —they burn with amber-gold light amid the cold silver nebula. The metal filaments radiate outward like ripples on water or the trailing tail of a comet. Born from emptiness, the bubbles resemble dewdrops poised to fall, yet lingering still. That void is where the warmth of the earlobe resides. True abundance often dwells in the space left unspoken.
