Calcified Mandate

Dust from a serrated blade settles into the grooves of limestone, coating the fossilized teeth revealed within the strata. Each jagged notch in the bone suggests that what we call movement is merely an illusion cast by a heavy, unyielding weight. These etched geometries do not follow one another like falling stones; instead, they sit fixed and silent, as if every motion was already carved into the stone before time began. In this stillness, the sequence of events settles into a single, quiet permanence.