Fossil Bloom
Fine grit coats the fingertip after tracing the polished ammonite shell, its concentric growth rings appearing like layered obsidian and frosted glass. When held to the light, each whorl seems less a record of time than an echo of decisions—a calibration against shifting external forces. The image gains focus as one considers how these repeated resolutions shape not just what *was*, but also what could have been; agency choice reverberates within the spiral's structure. A quiet stillness settles over the shell, holding countless potential paths in its cool weight.