🐟 The Mirror-Fish — A Story of Davidson’s Triangulation 🐟

After leaving the glade with the Clockmaker’s Sparrow, Liora came to the edge of a quiet, crystalline pond. Its surface reflected the sky perfectly, yet the reflections shifted subtly, like water breathing in slow waves.

A soft ripple caught her eye, and a luminous fish broke the surface. Its scales shimmered with colours she had never seen, each scale reflecting not only the pond but also Liora herself and a distant heron standing on the far bank. The fish moved in a perfect triangular arc between the three points, its motion graceful, deliberate, and endlessly repeating.

“Who are you?” Liora asked.

The fish seemed to smile, though it had no mouth, and its shimmering body traced the triangle again and again.

“I am the Mirror-Fish,” it seemed to say through the play of light.

“Meaning does not exist in isolation — it emerges only in relation.

Each perspective interacts with another, and the world participates in the weave.

Understanding arises where three points meet: you, another, and the phenomena between you.”

Liora watched as the fish’s movements traced luminous patterns across the pond, and she realised that comprehension was not an object to capture, nor a fact stored somewhere. It was relational, perspectival, and co-constructed, a delicate dance between multiple viewpoints.

“So, shared understanding is… emergent?” she whispered.

The fish rippled in agreement, sending cascades of rainbow reflections across the water.

“Yes. Triangulation is not a map to reality.

It is the relational lens in which meaning appears, shifting as each participant moves and perceives.”

The heron on the far bank spread its wings, sending ripples across the pond, and the Mirror-Fish adapted its path, tracing new triangles, new constellations of light. Liora felt a luminous truth: meaning is not possessed, transmitted, or stored. It is enacted, relational, and alive in the space between perceivers and the world.

As she turned to leave, the Mirror-Fish vanished beneath the water’s surface, leaving only the shimmering triangle of reflections on the pond — a reminder that shared meaning always emerges in relation, never in isolation.