Etched Bedrock
Scraping a fingernail through grit uncovers an obsidian pattern etched deep within the stone, its jagged geometry heavy against the pale limestone. As light catches the disturbed motes dancing in the kitchen air, the friction of the task pulls at the muscles of your hand. This resistance is not a barrier to be overcome, but a deliberate carving of weight into a world that offers no easy path. The struggle settles into a quiet, rhythmic certainty.