Amber Spiral
Amber light caught the calcified ridges of a coiled form emerging from the grit. Brushing away the dry soil felt like stripping back an unwanted skin to reveal something ancient and strangely familiar beneath the surface. This fossilized spiral suggests that what we call ourselves is merely a slow accumulation of pressure, where every groove marks a moment when existence hardened into being. In this stillness, the individual finally merges with the sediment of all that came before.