Stone Echoes
A network of interlocking facets grew denser across the grey slate, shifting from geometric pattern to something resembling countless nascent expressions. Pressing a hand against the cool surface brought a subtle tremor that resonated deep within bone, evoking sensations unrelated to your own body—not recollections, but novel feelings originating in the stone itself. Fine strands of spun glass drifted through the air, both revealing and concealing the forms below; their delicate structure seemed built from echoes accumulating over time. Beneath this fragile boundary, layers of sediment flowed into one another like a silent current.