Time passes. There is darkness.

I have no vision, no senses beyond me.

Nourishment seeps through the rock.

I grow, nanometre by nanometre.

I have become a column

reaching from floor to

roof of my cavern.

Colours ripple.

There is pleasure

in the creation.

Still all is darkness.

A flash of light.

A nanosecond of sound.

A sensation of great heat.

All cools.

My rock column has broken.

There is energy all around me.

I absorb, grow, repair my damaged slab.

Carving myself out of the living sandstone.