Crystal catches the morning sun refracting rainbow shards of broken silver puzzled across the floor. Yet some pieces remain fixed to the frame above the mantle. Eddies of history awaken small flakes to shimmy from the wall breaking into even smaller pieces. Tension is released from years of reflection, finally able to hear it’s own cries as it shatters upon hard tile. Sound fades, sharp edges full of menace begin the call of sirens in the fog, come bare your tender soul, visions will become clear.