Author: Jens Løkke | Date: “Ovenpå Tiden” (Above Time)
The wall painting I’ve been working on finished itself. With her hand. She painted in burnt light. Not oil. Not pigment. Memory-light.
A priest who saw it fainted. He mumbled “mirror-song” before blacking out.
The painting pulses. When it does, I forget who I am.
I think it’s a map. Not to a place—but to a moment. One that hasn’t happened yet. Or did, long ago.