Stone Echoes Remain

A faint luminescence pulsed within the resin as pressure lessened, revealing striations that echoed geological time. These weren’t marks *on* the surface but formations held deep inside, shifting with subtle temperature variations and an almost imperceptible weight. Sustained contact brought forth a fleeting sense of order—a history traced in density, like shadows receding from distant forms—but it dissolved quickly into flux. The stone, once unyielding, now yielded to exploration; its smoothness invited the fingertip to continue, lingering over the delicate dance between stillness and response.