I. The Burrowed Hive-Stone
Spore vents pulse in sudden joy.
Once awakened, its silence is irretrievable.
It feeds on echo, not on rain.
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II. The Needle Mesa
Pegs inhale and withdraw in vertical measure.
Upon its summit, songs of ascent are tested.
It moves half a meter each century—
a patient pilgrim of dust.
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III. The Crescent Harvester
Shell polished by tide-wind and forgetting.
It gathers stray starlight until mistaken for sleep.
Predators worship it as a god too weary to rise.
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“The spheres endure what language can only orbit.”
— Fragment from The Codex of Returning Heat
The Maharajagar 