The Vision of the Plants.
I sat down inside the ruined canvas. I poured the grogue—thick, sweet, burning with the ghost of old suns. As the liquid touched my lips, the jungle leaned in. The Vision of the Plants
There’s a strange silence here that doesn’t feel like emptiness. It feels like waiting. deep within the mangrove veil.
Abandoned Camp of the Forgotten Coast, deep within the mangrove veil. The Vision of the Plants