Serrated Truths

Dust clings to the fossilized dragonfly wing emerging from its resinous tomb, revealing veins like braided copper wire. Each translucent ridge maps a path back toward a singular, jagged origin, suggesting that every motion follows a predetermined arc. As the hand moves away, an abacus settles into place with a dull click, and the heavy weight of prehistoric geometry finally settles into a quiet stillness.