Polished stone accepted
Polished stone accepted the locket’s cool weight, and faint impressions bloomed across its casing. These weren't breaks in form but a gathering of past contacts—a subtle mirroring of each surface it touched. The metal held this accumulation, offering not a single shape but layers visible under light. A granular texture remained against skin, suggesting the object wasn’t defined by what it *was*, but by all that it had been.