What the Water Remembers: What the Winter Kept

Within the long silence, a root was learning where to begin.

For an age, the ice held a seed between its layers. Now the frozen material stretches into thin, transparent membranes, bending beneath the small weight it carries. A crack opens in the weathered shell. A pale root emerges into a world that has changed while it slept. The winter has preserved something it can no longer contain.