obsidian pass / private mineral bazaar
gur.al
A carved seam opens in the mountain. Inside: pebbles with names, thresholds with memory, cloth borders heavy with pigment.
The Blue Gate Shard
Tile broken from a lintel where rain gathered lapis dust. Its edge keeps the shape of an old market key.
The River Tooth
Water softens the stone until it speaks in whispers. Each pebble carries a small moon, a scratched number, a merchant's knot.
touch a river stone to lift its paper label
The Quiet Threshold
A doorway sold without a house: limestone dust, pomegranate enamel, brass pins hammered into the hush.
Four stones, no prices
lapis chip, arch dust, waxed twine
quartz crescent, basin polish, chalk notch
pomegranate enamel, kiln smoke, wool thread
limestone lintel, brass eye, night salt
The bazaar folds back into mountain.
The last brass tag swings once. Mosaic stones pull tight around the path. The name remains carved under a thin skin of moonlit quartz.