The Promise in Stone


Someone, long ago, carved this meeting into stone.

A human face and its mosaic reflection gaze at one another as though the promise still held: as though transfer had truly been possible, as though one form might pass wholly into another without remainder.

Around them lie ruins, evening light, overgrown walls, and a civilization whose name no one remembers.

The bas-relief still keeps the moment of encounter, but those who once met are gone. Only the stone remains — a place where the promise has become more beautiful than the truth it could ever fulfil.

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