Erosion of Echoes
The glass bowl softened under your touch, folding inward without splintering—a subtle implosion revealing whorls of sediment layered deep inside. Warmth from your palm transferred to the cool clay as you gathered it, tracing faint striations that spoke of pressure and time. Sparse dark flecks within the material hinted at past forms, each one a consequence built into the present shape; changes ripple outward with every adjustment. Then, holding the bowl’s weight, a quiet stillness settled over your hand, acknowledging both fragility and endurance.