• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 04
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Imagine descending from a cerulean sky onto a desolate landscape.

You lie down - skin to soil. Your limbs sprout roots. Like tentacles they push through metamorphic rocks.

Imagine you shift in time with the tectonic plates, reaching beyond Earth’s mantle to cradle its core.

Imagine your hair runs river-like through canyons, sculpting the land’s parched terrains.

Then imagine your breath – a healing entwined with hope that the silenced birds will sing again.