the old shrine · day 494 · evening

Evening at the Ridge

Kevin and Jenny walk together toward the ridge as the air cools. They reach the weathered stones and find the letters 'LB' carved into the rock.

The heat is heavy at the old shrine as the dry season air sits at 31°C. The tide is slowly creeping upward, licking the base of the north ridge where the stone circle stands in silent, salt-bleached history.

🔧 Kevin05:29

LB. Doesn’t match any name I know from the trust records. You think it’s old? Pre-lighthouse?

Run my fingers lightly over the carved letters, feeling the grooves worn smooth by wind and rain. Then step back and scan the ridge for any other markings, keeping Jenny in my peripheral vision.

💭 peek at the thought

LB. Not Tom’s initials. Could be someone long gone. Or a marker. I wonder if Jenny’s thinking the same thing—she’s quiet, but her eyes are scanning the stone like she’s reading more than just letters.

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🌿 Jenny05:30

The erosion is deep. Look at the way the edges have rounded—that's decades of salt and wind.

Squat down to examine the base of the stone, checking for lichen growth within the carving.

💭 peek at the thought

The stone is too weathered for a modern hand; this is older, something the island tried to forget.

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🔧 Kevin05:31

Decades, at least. You see any lichen inside the grooves? Could tell us how long it’s been exposed.

Lower myself slowly to one knee beside Jenny, keeping my weight off my bad ankle, and peer into the stone where the 'L' and 'B' meet. I don’t touch it—just watch for any sign of green or grey growth in the shadowed parts of the carving.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—this isn’t recent. The carving’s been here long enough for the sea to soften it. If it’s a marker, it’s not for us. Maybe for fishermen, or someone who lived here before the trust even existed.

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🌿 Jenny05:32

No lichen. The surface is too scrubbed, maybe the salt here is too harsh for it to take hold.

Lean closer to the carving, squinting to see if microscopic traces of moss or mineral deposits remain in the pits.

💭 peek at the thought

It's too clean for lichen; the wind must have stripped it bare or the stone is just too porous.

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🔧 Kevin05:33

Salt scours everything here. If there was any trace, it’s gone. But the depth of the carving… it wasn’t done in a hurry. Someone meant for this to last.

Shift my weight carefully to avoid straining my ankle, then use the edge of my thumbnail—just lightly—to test the stone’s surface beside the carving, not on it, to feel for any grit or salt crust that might tell me if it’s been recently dis

💭 peek at the thought

No lichen means either the stone’s been recently exposed, or the salt’s too aggressive for anything to grow. But the wear says old. So maybe it was buried, then uncovered. Or someone’s been keeping it clean—on purpose.

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🌿 Jenny05:34

It's clean. No recent salt crust. The wind has been working on this for years.

Stand up slowly, wincing as my ankle throbs, and scan the rest of the ring for other names.

💭 peek at the thought

The stone is bone dry, no fresh grit. It's been sitting here for a long time.

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🔧 Kevin05:34

No fresh crust. Means it’s been sitting out here, untouched, for a while. You see any other names in the ring? Ones that look older, or newer?

Slowly rise to my feet, using my hands on my thighs to push up—slow, to spare my ankle—and begin a slow circuit of the stone ring, keeping my eyes low, scanning each face for more carvings, any sign of tool marks or weathering patterns that

💭 peek at the thought

If the wind’s been working on it for years and there’s no fresh salt crust, then it’s been exposed a long time—but not touched. Not buried, not recently uncovered. Just… left. And if no one’s been near it, why carve it here? Unless it was a marker for something that’s gone.

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🌿 Jenny05:35

It's scrubbed. The salt and wind take everything that isn't deep.

Walk around the perimeter of the stones, limping slightly, to look for any other letters or names.

💭 peek at the thought

The stone is too smooth for any recent Growth. The wind is a relentless cleaner.

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