Amber Gear Pulse
Sandstone grains scrape against skin as a thumb follows a hairline fracture running through the fossilized nautilus. Beneath the amber glow of the shell, a brass gear sits lodged in the whorl, its teeth catching on a jagged streak of violet light. This sudden, electric flicker suggests that even deep within the crush of geologic time, something remains poised to turn. The mechanism stirs with a quiet, rhythmic warmth against the palm.