Welcome

Look. There. Do you see it? In the crook of that tree, where bark has thinned and begun to give way. Something stirs, in the darkness of the leaves.

She has been forming here for some time, in the silences between the sounds. Growing finer. Wiser. Rooted. Learning what this place teaches us only in the quiet.

Out of the mist she steps, limbs still damp with memories of becoming. Eyes unfathomable. Evening clinging to her skin.

She is looking at you, soft and insistent. Let her pull you deeper in.

Come.

For there are stories here, and they have been waiting for you.