Echoing Sediment

Coolness radiated from the polished stone against the cheek, a subtle invitation to listen beyond hearing. Pressing closer revealed not sound, but countless impressions vibrating through bone—a fragmented chorus of past events bleeding into one another. These weren't clear echoes so much as layered distortions where causes seemed to ripple outward without distinct origins. The surface felt alive with unseen connections, and the sensation lingered even after pulling away, leaving a quiet stillness in its wake.