Brass Teeth
Jagged obsidian shards wedge into coarse sandstone, pinning small, rusted brass escapement wheels against the grit. These mechanical fragments emerge from tangled threads like heavy drops of molten lead striking cold basalt, each impact carving a permanent dent in the surface below. As fingers trace the chipped ridges of these gears, the chaotic debris begins to align into a singular, predictable motion. A quiet click resonates through the stillness, signaling that even the most scattered wreckage can eventually settle into a steady, rhythmic pulse.