Silt and Etchings
Sandstone grit scrapes against a fingertip as you brush sediment from a fossilized handprint. These deep indentations offer no explanation, appearing only as unpolished obsidian shards wedged into porous limestone. Each groove suggests an ancient rhythm, perhaps dictated by copper filaments tracing the outline of a hollow sphere rather than human intent. Sunlight flickers through heavy gauze in strobe-like bursts, and for a moment, the slow decay of the stone finds its own quiet tempo.