Iron Geometry
A single metallic gear rests wedged in the permafrost, its interlocking teeth gleaming against the pale blue ice. As light catches the serrated edges, the surrounding silt reveals itself not as chaotic debris, but as a series of perfectly measured strata. Each layer holds a frozen rhythm, suggesting that time itself is etched into these obsidian depths with mathematical precision. The rhythmic scraping stops, leaving only the quiet weight of a world built upon an ancient, unyielding geometry.