forest of molded stone
This forest cast by a mold into stone, it guards our lives and in exchange we entrust it with our secrets. It may fallow, it may erode away from our minds… but our secrets it still holds dear, lest dust be it transformed.
This forest cast by a mold into stone, it guards our lives and in exchange we entrust it with our secrets. It may fallow, it may erode away from our minds… but our secrets it still holds dear, lest dust be it transformed.