Oasis

Category: Design*

In the jungle of steel, the skyline is carved by crystal-like towers, Cold steel and glass erect silent walls, Data streams have replaced the warmth of words. People move between automatic doors and glowing screens, Yet their eyes never meet. Sunlight, filtered through layers of glass, Seems to have learned not to touch the human heart. In an unguarded moment, A beam of light slips deep into memory, Beyond the firewall of my heart, Quietly growing an oasis— Not a system-inserted illusion, but A gently blooming, genuine error of warmth.