Warped glass unearthed

Warped glass, unearthed from the soil, felt cool to the touch. Within its cloudy depths, layers appeared not as distinct moments but concentric rings—charred roots and mica flakes compressed by unseen weight. Repeated yielding had built a fragile resistance into the form itself; it seemed both strong and on the verge of collapse. Sunlight glanced off tiny shells pressed within the glass’s surface, hinting at histories held in delicate balance, now quieted.