Stone and Stillness
A hand disassembled the stone stack around the mantis, revealing gaps instead of earth or root. Dust motes danced in the single beam illuminating these newly-formed hollows, each space previously occupied by a resisting weight. With each lifted block, pressure lessened not toward some original order, but revealed balance as an ongoing negotiation against gravity—a tremor resonated faintly with the beat of a nearby wing. The arrangement wasn’t defined by what was *there*, but by the spaces left when things were removed; a quiet stillness settled over the small clearing.