Fingertips brush against fine sand to reveal an interlocking mechanism of obsidian and silver hidden beneath the clay shard's pigment. This miniature clockwork suggests that every recorded action serves only as an outer casing for a more precise, internal movement. You are no longer a single entity, but rather several sediment layers stacked in uneven weight across time. As the afternoon light shifts, those motes of dust settle into the grooves of the gears, finding their place within the quiet machinery.
