Beneath the Vault of Hollow Time

In the quiet heart of the Earth, where light touches stone like a whispered secret, a stream winds its way through vaulted chambers shaped by unseen patience. The walls rise in sweeping arcs, carved not by violence but by persistence, each curve and ridge a testament to water’s soft, relentless will. Sunbeams pour through broken ceilings, casting golden paths across the wet stone floor and illuminating the breath of dust in the still air. Here, beneath the surface, time does not rush—it pools, echoing in drips and currents that remember when the surface above was young. This is a cathedral of erosion, a gallery of geologic grace, where the Earth opens its deeper self and invites you to walk through memory made stone.