Sunlight caught the spiraling dust within the garden, revealing a sequence of stone cairns built one upon another. Each new stack subtly altered its predecessor’s form, creating layered structures that rippled with faint imbalance. Family dates—etched into some stones—didn't mark a timeline so much as echo across the formations, coinciding with shifts in older stacks and hinting at interwoven cycles. The garden felt less like a record of loss, more akin to accumulated sediment: each stone a focal point within fields constantly reshaped by time’s slow deposition; a quiet resonance settled over the stones as evening approached.
