Stone’s Interiority

The granite face held the afternoon sun, its grey depths appearing less fixed than remembered. A gentle rhythm arose not from external touch, but from pressure *within* the hand itself—a low hum that resonated in the bones as luminosity pulsed beneath the stone’s surface. These internal flares weren't predictable; they bloomed and subsided with subtle shifts of weight, blurring the sharp definition of veins into patterns of light. Though motionless to the eye, a quiet dissolving occurred at every edge, leaving an impression of constant becoming.