Petrified Rhythms

Rough limestone grit settles into the cracks of a fossilized gear wedged among the cobblestones. As fingers trace these serrated edges, the rhythmic pulse in each fingertip aligns with the object's calcified grooves. Each deliberate movement feels less like an act of will and more like a needle following a pre-etched groove on a spinning disc. In this heavy silence, the friction between skin and stone suggests that every choice is merely the final click of a mechanism already in motion.