poly_chromatic | Fjórtandi Villieldr

[For once, Luke isn't posting on purpose, so he's a bit hunched over in shadow from a distance, looking solemn, concentrating. The device is filming from a dresser. He's wearing a shoulder bag, which shortly bursts into flame while he's holding it, the flame disappearing into Luke to reveal another object, in his hands. It looks as if it's made up of many pieces of glass, cobbled together with a seam made of what looks like lava, red-orange and glowing. It can't really be glass, of course, or it can't be lava, because lava would melt the glass, surely.

Or maybe metaphors and magic don't follow the laws of physics.

Either way, he lifts it up to his chest, where the angle makes it finally clear that it's a heart, and his shirt flickers forward to stitch around it, holding it in a lump to his plaid shirt in a sort of pocket. The seams can be seen glowing through the pocket before he sighs, and the pocket flames and disappears, leaving him holding his heart again. He pauses.

He's just lifted it up to his face when the video ends.]