Stone Witness
Dust motes danced in the afternoon light slanting across a fractured stone, its surface webbed with fine cracks like aged glass. Closer inspection revealed subtle color shifts within those fissures—evidence of pressures long settled, yet undeniably present. Minute crystals clung to the interior walls of each break, blurring the line between the stone’s initial form and later accretions; it felt as though something was always being added to what already existed. The weight of countless small changes seemed to settle into a quiet stillness within its structure.