The Golden Illusion

I noticed how the amber glow of the table lamp struck a cut-crystal glass left on the tray. Stepping close with my cane, I carefully tapped the crystal's edge, admiring how each prism cast tiny spotlights across the polished wood. With a quiet flick of my wrist, I slid a brass coaster into the beams. Suddenly, the shadows aligned into a sharp, theatrical archway—a miniature grand entrance just waiting for an opening night.