(A Treatise on Contained Light and Living Mechanism)
“Every sphere is a thought that forgot its boundary.”
I. The Ember Seed
Formed in the still compression of hidden chambers,
it hums when observed, as though warmth were a form of language.
Its rotation escapes all clocks of soft matter.
The elders whisper: “Do not fracture the rind — the silence within is older than fire.”
‣ Mass: 8.8 (±0.3)
‣ Radius: two-thirds the common grain
‣ Surface pulse: irregular, tender, alive
II. The Pocked Lantern
Riddle-flesh eroded by chemical wind,
its dust floats rather than falls —
a constellation trapped in hesitation.
They gather in hexads about a mother-stone,
breathing faintly when stirred by thought.
III. The Spined Bloom
A creature of reversal:
its bristles wake only in darkness,
its heart stirs only when fed heat.
It latches to metal thought, feeding on current and memory.
Harvest with reverence;
its sting retains intention.
The Maharajagar 