Font Work: Arkosic

Then the pit groaned . It wasn’t a collapse. It was a reverse collapse. Boulders rolled up the slopes. Dust coalesced into solid rock. The shattered, poisoned earth began to knit itself together with terrible, geometric precision. But it didn’t stop. The rock flowed past the original rim, forming new peaks, new ridges, new, stranger shapes that looked disturbingly like the crystalline letters of the font. The pit was not healing. It was translating the landscape into a sentence.

The tablet grew hot in Elias’s hands. The new glyph—the closed eye—blinked open. arkosic font