Some answers aren't found. They reveal themselves.
At night, when the day's noise has quieted, you ask a question and something begins to sway. The pendulum hesitates, searches, turns on itself. You hold your breath. Then it slowly leans towards a side you hadn't chosen.
What answers in those moments, you never truly know what it is. An intuition you no longer listened to. Something older. This design captures that suspended moment, just before the answer falls.
For those who know that the night answers, for those who know how to listen.
