Iron Pulse

Iron strikes buried flint, sending a sharp vibration through the soles of every gardener's feet at once. This rhythmic pull acts like copper filaments tightening beneath heavy stone slabs, dragging limbs into a synchronized cadence that feels preordained. As the weeks unfold into these subtle, mechanical movements, the autonomy once cherished dissolves into a relentless gravity. Even as the sun dips low, there is only the quiet settling of gears within the soil.