The Brooding Husk

Hunched, hollow, heavy with unnamed grief. The cracked shell and the sunken features are cut in deep relief with the weight of quiet devastation, the muted tones and the fracture lines laid in stacked bands.

The chapel was a listening room. Grief was carried in and pressed into bone so the living could set it down and walk back out lighter. The Echo is what the wall held. This is what did not make it to the wall. The keepers found it on the floor and left it there, and the archivists hold that it is still carrying whatever it brought. Some relics carry emotion instead of teeth. In the public record.