Silt and Form

The locket warmed against skin, and within the wood’s grain, a quiet settling began—a resonance that echoed the clicking of beads on an abacus counting backward. Fine lines traced themselves across its surface as if mapping internal shifts; they weren't new fissures but alterations in how existing patterns were revealed. Each memory felt less like a point reached and more like another layer added to the wood’s dense structure, blurring the distinction between object and echo. The solid form held all times simultaneously, softened at the edges, finally still.