Graphite Veins
Graphite dust settled on skin as a fingertip traced the cool facets of the stone, each touch leaving faint smudges like shadows lengthening with dusk. Within its rhomboid structure, pressed flowers bloomed eternally in translucent resin—a silent echo of gardens long past. This wasn’t erasure, but an insistent layering; forms gathered and reformed, transforming recollection into tangible weight. The rhythm matched a distant pulse, slowing until it blurred into the stone's quiet stillness.