Stone Echoes

A fingertip drawn across the fractured plane gathers a fine grit, clinging both to flesh and stone. With repeated contact, delicate lines deepen along the dark veins of the obsidian, briefly highlighting metallic inclusions that then melt into shimmering threads. The valuation shifted with each pass, reflecting an increasing intricacy within its depths—a visible response to pressure. These weren’t random marks; instead, they seemed to echo past touches, polished into a form that held something like remembrance.