Pulsing Mycelium
Amber resin pools within fine cracks, tracing luminous maps across the dark stone surface. This golden glow swells in time with each breath, spilling past the skin until the boundary between body and earth dissolves into a single, pulsing network. As these veins stretch outward, the rhythm of the light begins to drift, pulling away from the lungs toward a cadence much older than human life. In this slow expansion, the self settles quietly into the vastness of the surrounding dark.