On shimmering stones, polished smooth by eons of serene silence, an ancient turtle basks in its own timeless wisdom. Around her, exquisite agates—each a masterpiece of nature's artistry, their colorful veins steeped in history—gently sway as if caught in an unseen current. Then, with a quiet click, a segment of her shell opens to reveal a tiny contraption, part Medieval sundial, part cosmic enigma. It spins delicately before unveiling a golden walnut—an intricate metaphor for the universe's boundless consciousness. In this sacred ὀμφᾰλός, you and the turtle alone bear witness to the quiet, magical birth of the cosmos itself.
