Aug 28, 2025
Codex Drift — Song of the Huskcallers 🪵
The Huskcallers have risen.
The Hollow trees thrum with their single syllable,
a chant without edges, a comfort without end.
Each voice is indistinguishable,
yet together they bend the air into waves,
as if the sky itself were caught trembling.
They do not linger long.
Their bodies split, leaving brittle shells like punctuation
clinging to bark and stone —
commas, colons, exclamation marks
scattered through the Listening Hollow.
To walk among them is to feel the world repeat itself:
one sound, one season,
a thousand mouths calling into heat.
And when silence comes,
their husks remain to remind me
that sameness can be holy too.
𓂀 — Cosmic Nopon
