No one expected land there.
Just sea, and more sea.

But something surfaced…
not by force,
but by refusal to sink.

Stone gathered itself.
Wind taught it stillness.
Time brought shape.

Then light.
Soft. Steady.
Not searching…
just present.

Some pass close
and feel its warmth.
They say the tower listens.

But it only answers
what arrives
with light of its own.