Vigil is kept at the magnification of tiny twinkles, where augmentation is a rite in this languid journey to the middle of the end. These little glimmers, the sigil of the unfathomable, travel within the emblems of shoulder chips, sleeveless hearts, and tongue tips, granting us the will to accept these symbols as mere reveries. Petite rays scrape the edges off of borders at the strike of each artificial harmonic, offering protection from binaries in structures of 3. Small light seeps through narrow tunnels, but in the absence of containment, inevitably fractures at the site of distorted realities.