Iron Bloom

Amber resin cradled leaves and insect wings in a golden stillness, caught mid-fall as if time itself had thickened to honey. Sunlight shifted across the surface, revealing subtle imbalances—a darker inclusion here, a hairline fracture there—that betrayed an underlying structure governing its form. Routine movements of the hand around it didn’t clarify but rather emphasized this network; each touch seemed to ripple through the whole, creating minute feedback loops. A quiet weight settled as one realized that isolating any single piece meant losing sight of everything else holding it in place.