A black stone square, vast and heavy, yet weightless in its quiet presence. Raised above the earth, it hovers—an altar to stillness. Across its polished surface, concentric circles ripple outward, a moment suspended, as if a single drop had kissed the water and time forgot to move.
Set in a cemetery, among benches meant for pause, it invites reflection. Here, the invisible flow of time is made tangible—not in movement, but in the frozen echo of a ripple. One sits, watches, and listens to silence, feeling the quiet rhythm of existence, the gentle pulse of memory, the hush of things passing unnoticed.