The pyramid shifted, its glowing edges catching the late afternoon dust motes suspended above the platform. It maintained a precise, jagged distance from the adjacent waiting figures, a routine spacing dictated by the repeating spiral of the bench slats. Its internal geometry registered the faint, rhythmic squeak of the metal supports, a predictable sound that offered little comfort. The structure’s acute angles seemed to vibrate slightly as it avoided the curve of a discarded soda can, a perfect, round sphere. A thin, oily residue marked the junction where the bench met the wall, a mundane stain that anchored the entire, unsettling pattern. The pyramid watched the people settle into their staggered groups, their forms soft and yielding, contrasting sharply with the bench’s rigid, repeating geometry. It waited, a glowing, angular sentinel, observing the predictable passage of time and the unvarying curve of the platform.
static · tender