a rite in nine stones
The dark was a mirror, and the mirror was patient.
Dawn leaned on the horizon and would not fall.
Then the stones remembered they had voices.
IX / IX — the circle is closed
They will keep the note for a while now,
low under the grass, the way a bell keeps warmth.
Three.js · WebGL · GLSL · Web Audio · Reflector · UnrealBloom
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