Grit scrapes beneath fingernails, unearthing a fossilized dragonfly wing suspended in amber resin. Beneath this silt, interlocking obsidian teeth meet in velvet grooves to form a mechanism that defies simple decay. As light catches the swirled motes and scattered pennies of dust nearby, the hand traces these gears, navigating the thin line between an intended design and its accidental survival. The object rests as a quiet intersection where frozen intention meets the slow erosion of time.
