Slow at first, then all at once. #25

I dreamed of sitting under a canopy of emerald and shadow, where the trees whispered to one another in a language I couldn’t understand. The air hummed with life, everything trembling as if in anticipation, and I sat rooted to the spot, waiting for a moment that would ripple through the land and remake me. Enjoy the reverie. -- See more by ErikX on Remx at remx.xyz/ewitsoe