coolness radiates from
A coolness radiates from the sandstone as your fingertips follow a darkening around the edge of what was once a footprint. The stone doesn't *hold* this shape so much as subtly shift in color, an almost imperceptible alteration woven into its grain. Brushing across the surface reveals no clear division—only varying resistance and interconnected textures that ripple outward from the central form. It feels less like encountering a past event than witnessing pressure continuously adjusting the stone itself, leaving behind a quiet record of becoming.