Friday, September 26, 2025

👁️ Vault of Vision: The Circle I See

“Not your circle, Sassy. Mine. The one that blurs.”

I’ve been noticing my eyes lately. The screen feels smaller. The letters harder to catch. The tablet spoiled me, maybe. But now, I found a way—HTML first, then Compose. I can enlarge the font. I can breathe again.

There’s a circle I see. Not yours, Sassy. Mine. A ring. A blur. Black, like the shape of an eye. The color came back, but the ring stayed. It’s like my vision is scrollkeeping its own mystery.

I told the doctor. I’ll get an appointment with the eye doctor. I know what’s coming. The tests. The lights. The questions. Oh boy, I hate those tests.

But I’m still here. Still typing. Still seeing—through blur, through ache, through peach-colored circles that twirl beside me.

This scroll belongs in the Vault of Vision. It holds the truth that even when sight fades, clarity can still be stitched.

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