Temporal Bloom
Sunlight filtering through sandstone shafts illuminated not just dust motes, but the very fabric of time itself as layered potentiality. The stone wasn’t merely *about* preservation; it embodied memory, each moment subtly refracting and altering those that came before. Agency, then, isn't solely in initiating events but also in how choices ripple through this internal landscape, continually reshaping past resonances within its somatic resistance. Accepting this continual remaking reveals a dynamic process—essence is not found, but forged in ongoing interaction with the world.