Excerpt:
I have been light. Now I am weight again.

H2: Scene 1 – Descent into Pigment

Pink fades into bruise,
orange curls at the edge like old warmth.
Everything moves inward —
spiral, sigh, stillness.
Ich bin zurück im Staub,
wo Farbe riecht nach Erinnerung.

The air listens. The paper does not interfere.

H3: Scene 2 – Snout of Memory

I smell what I used to be.
A breath here, a laugh there,
a brushstroke that never dried.
My nostrils are doors to unfinished stories.
Each inhale brings me closer to before.
Each exhale softens the border between now and maybe.

H2: Scene 3 – The Dialogue of Remnants

Shadow: You again.
Pig: Always, but less so.
Shadow: Do you want to vanish?
Pig: No. I want to stay blurry.

And so the two agree: clarity is overrated.

H3: Abschlussoink – Rückkehr ins Rosa

I do not shine; I remember shining.
I do not speak; I hum in dust tones.
The world spins,
but here, in this small corner of pastel,
time is a breath I never finished taking.

DADA nods once,
smudges the edge,
and whispers: Oink — eternally unfinished.