A single empty chair beside a wide window in a quiet room at dawn, soft grey light falling across a wooden floor, muted sage and warm sand palette, calm and spacious, editorial photography, shallow depth of field, no people.

A woman with advanced Alzheimer's started speaking again after a single dose of psilocybin. It isn't a cure, and it isn't permission to try anything. But it raises a question worth sitting with: what if some of what dementia takes is dormant, not gone?