Activity Land

A woman forms of ivy from the vines below. In an instant, she awakens to begin her walk across the forest spirits. She walks with purpose. Not a single step missed. Not a single stride broken.

Rest among the fleeting hollow comforts the inane and the natural.

Amidst the treetops floats aeons worth of lost souls. Some float in place, while others outpace the wind itself. On the forest floor one awakens to find they are lost within a sparse but verdant woodland. Perhaps the time has come to live?