The Acrolith Who Went to Look for His Body

Three blocks of sandstone stacked on a wooden base. Two heads surface. One pushes through the flank. The other has climbed to the top and looks out.

These are church stones. Piled like rubble after the collapse — except life is rising back through them. The gargoyles, once sealed into the facades to spit water and hold the demons, are beginning to move again. They are looking for their scattered limbs.