Root channels traced a deliberate network through broken terracotta, ochre clay dusting your hands as you unearthed them. Sunlight catches on fragments of polished bronze within the cool earth, hinting at cycles of growth and collapse concentrated in this small space. The layers didn’t reveal beginnings so much as forces accumulating over time—a persistence visible in each stratum. A quiet weight settled with the understanding that even disintegration could hold a form of continuation.
