Table of Absence 25

The table floats like a pale island within a vast field of gold. Around it, the figures gather like shadows of a remembered feast, their bodies almost dissolving into a radiance that suggests value, sanctity, and distance all at once. The bowls remain, the circle endures, yet the gathering feels suspended between abundance and disappearance, as if memory itself were setting the table, and gold had become the measure of what remains absent.