The sandstone, warm to the touch, gives slightly under a firm press, revealing hairline fractures within a fossilized step. These aren’t breaks so much as remembered compressions—ghosts of weight settling over unimaginable stretches of time. Holding a fragment, one feels its granular texture and recognizes that every surface bears the mark of ongoing change; no original form remains untouched by external forces. What endures isn't pristine preservation, but a subtle radiance born from this constant renegotiation with decay, patterns emerging slowly like heat rising from stone.
