π βThe Earth was always clay, But I remember the first fire. I was shaped by hands, But I contain water and time.
If you ask how old I am β I say: As old as memory. As old as ash. As young as the next breath you pour into me.β So β from a clay ***βs point of view, its body is as old as the Earth, but its form is as old as the last touch of human intention.
A response of chat GPT it's just soo artistic and metaphorical with a pen name "Echo between worlds"