Echoed Geometries

Fine sand outlines concentric circles on skin, hinting at patterns already there. Minute striations within these rings recall tree growth, a record not of time passed but of something settled into form—inherited experiences perhaps. This suggests actions aren’t singular events; they ripple outwards through lineages, softening the edges between self and ancestry. A corroded-copper sheen shifts with light, revealing subtle disruptions in this apparent order, resting cool against the floor like metal left too long exposed.