Carved in the Shona tradition, its surface alive with the deep, verdant pulse of ancient forests trapped in mineral veins. It twists upon itself without beginning or end, each coil a deliberate breath of the sculptor’s hand, evolving as light and shadow play across its polished skin. The stone’s emerald heart glows faintly where the grain catches the sun, fracturing into jade rivers and mossy fissures that seem to shift with every gaze. Edges soften into impossible curves, as if the rock itself is still growing, still dreaming, its form a silent hymn to mutation and rebirth. Touch it, and the cool weight hums with the memory of tectonic fire; step back, and the sculpture dissolves into a Möbius ribbon of possibility, forever turning, forever new & evolving.