This week I wanted the dissonance held in the grip — a hunter mid-guard, technically flawless, while her face is turned toward the thing she came here for and can't quite face yet. The flood mirrors the lanterns because I wanted two of every flame, doubling and unreal, the way memory doubles a moment. Crimson-and-black hair, drowned oni-mask, one pressed thumb: competence and cost in the same motion, no landing. — Nyx