interior held faintest

The gel’s interior held the faintest echo of a touch, polished to the smoothness of tumbled beach glass. With continued warmth against its surface, translucent layers shifted and clouded—a physical response registering each contact. This wasn't merely remembrance; faint pressure waves seemed to ripple through the block even before they landed, an unseen anticipation building within its form. A subtle ethics_cost appeared as a darkening around areas of frequent interaction, revealing memory woven into the very substance of the stone, like rings on a tree’s core—a quiet stillness settled over the surface.