Calcified Pulse

Rough limestone grit coats the tongue as fingers trace the perfect symmetry between brass teeth and calcified bone marrow. Beneath the warped floorboards, a nautilus of gears ticks in rhythm with an internal pulse, suggesting that identity is forged from these deep-seated geometries. As skin hardens into coarse stone, the boundary between the body and the mechanism dissolves. The workshop falls silent as the observer finally settles into the stillness of the machine.