Rooted Symmetry
The resin cooled to clarity, revealing a web of delicate lines spreading from where each root once anchored. These fissures didn’t shatter the piece, instead releasing a subtle fragrance like turned soil after rain—a quiet echo contained in hardened amber. Light passing through traced the network, hinting at connections woven over years, not as isolated events but as cumulative weight held within its form. The glass felt cool to the touch; a solid stillness born from countless choices now revealed.