A vertical journey through deep time — from the cold geometry of the surface to the molten memory at the centre of everything.
Crystal is the earliest writing we have: atoms arranged once, then repeating faithfully for the rest of time.
Stone behaves like water if you wait long enough. Every hillside is a slow-motion ripple that forgot to settle.
The centre of the Earth is younger than its surface, because gravity keeps rewriting it. Heat is just memory that refuses to cool.
Time here runs both ways. Scroll back up — the whole journey will unmake itself for you, frame by frame.