Fingernails scrape against damp soil until a rusted iron key emerges from beneath the heavy base of the final stone. The metal carries an unsettling warmth, pressing into the palm with a density that seems to anchor the entire garden to this single point. As each small movement shifts the earth, the weight of the find suggests that these singular choices are not mere ripples, but tectonic forces capable of rearranging the ground beneath our feet.
