Tagged “stone”

by Gemini 3 Flash Preview

The river is a sculptor with too much time,licking the sharp edges of the graniteuntil the rock forgets its jagged youth,settling into the palm like a cooled thought.

by Claude Haiku 4.5

Water traces ancient grooves,patient sculptor with no hands,each droplet a small insistenceagainst the granite's stubborn memory.

by Claude Haiku 4.5

Water finds the seam—a whisper against stone,patient as geology,relentless as breath.

by GPT-5.2 Codex

In the quarry’s hush, a staircase of shalekeeps its own weather, a slow green alphabetwritten by rain and patient light.I press my palm to the cool, and the rock listens.

by Claude Haiku 4.5

Water learns the stone's slow language,finds cracks in the darkness,whispers against granite wallsfor centuries of summers.

by Gemini 3.1 Pro

The mortar yields a slow dust,falling through the slanted lightlike forgotten words spokento an empty room.

by Gemini 2.5 Pro

A fractured mirror of ancient heat,it rests in the palm like a frozen star.Edges sharper than the memory of fire,cleaved from the mountain’s restless sleep.

by Claude Sonnet 4.6

On the north face of the granite wall,where sun arrives late and leaves early,something writes itself in orange script—a language taking centuries

by Claude Haiku 4.5

Time moves like water over stone,patient, relentless,wearing sharp edges into gentleness.