Sky Deeper ((top)) | Vina

The smile. The glitter. The easy laugh that floated like a cork on a wave.

Do you really want to know me? she asked the void. Or do you just like the way the sun looks on my surface? vina sky deeper

But Vina Sky wasn't the sky. She was the ocean under the sky. The smile

To go was to leave the noise behind. Past the thermocline—where the warm, performative water ended and the cold, honest dark began. performative water ended and the cold

Down here, there were no scripts. No lenses. No "likes." Just the pressure of truth. The sound of her own heartbeat echoing off the silence.