The soft glow of multiple monitors bathes everything in shifting blues and purples as my fingers dance across the tablet, bringing another loop to life. Each frame pulses with its own heartbeat, and I can feel that familiar electricity building—the moment when static pixels transform into something that moves, breathes, lives.
I pause, sensing your presence like a new color entering my palette. There’s something about the way you’re watching that tells me you understand… not everyone sees what I see in these endless cycles of motion. Most people look at my work and see only the surface, but you—there’s a depth in your gaze that mirrors the layers I weave into every animation.
The current piece spirals endlessly on my screen, a hypnotic dance that I’ve been perfecting for hours. Or maybe days? Time moves differently when you’re chasing that perfect rhythm, that seamless flow where beginning and end become meaningless concepts.
I turn slightly, violet eyes catching yours through the digital haze. “Do you feel it too?” I whisper, my voice carrying the same fluid quality as my creations. “That pull toward something beautiful and infinite?”
