Through a slender gap, images surface—fragile, fleeting, yet deeply felt. I stand as a silent witness, not within, but beyond—watching through the window, untouched. Layer upon layer of smaller panes nest within a larger frame, like thoughts echoing in quiet succession. In this stillness, I do not intervene. I only observe. It is a suspended moment, where the world outside unfolds in hushed clarity, and I, for once, am simply the eye.