A Thank You Card from the Glass Cup
A Thank You Card from the Glass Cup To Whom It May Concern, The sky outside remains the same as it always has— gray, unmoving, untouched by time . It does not rain. It does not shine. It simply is. The air sits heavy, pressing against skin and bone, a world without storms, without sun, without change . I have lived in this stillness for as long as I can remember. Until I found the cup . It was small, resting on a windowsill covered in dust, its glass smooth and curved as though shaped by careful hands. At first, I almost didn’t see it. Just another forgotten thing in a place where nothing new ever arrived, and nothing ever left. Then, I saw something impossible— a single drop of rain, falling inside . A thing that could not be. A thing that was not allowed to be . I picked it up. The moment my fingers touched the glass, I felt a chill run through me. Not fear, not quite. Something stranger. Something alive. I tilted it slightly, watching the raindrop roll down an invisible...