Small Hands Reaching for Lit Sky

A barefoot child drifts upward through a collision of coral and teal cloud-light, fingers splayed toward a balloon that glows from within like a paper lantern. The warm amber core of the balloon bleeds outward, catching the underside of the child's face and hands while cool cyan pulses leak in from below, splitting the atmosphere into something between dusk and dream. There's no ground, no anchor — just the quiet physics of longing.