When the tombstones of life intertwine with the milestones of time, the X-stone is born; it is both a bearer and an examiner. Its ambiguous case implies the unknown, and its internal mechanism is like the seal of fate.
It is both a lyrical expression of uncertainty and a glimpse of the inscrutability of the future.
Sliding a promise or a memory through the entrance, the exit presents two possibilities: either yellowed by age or torn by cracks…
