Calice and the son of the city 🍂
They say that forests breathe different than cities. Where the earth retains the echo of each step sounds like an oath, and each tree stands as guardian of secrets. For Calice, the forest was not a shelter, it was his skin: the rabbit mask hid a face that never got used to the brutality of the world. Between roots and shadows, she lived a garden that was never a garden, but a silent kingdom that only recognized her Meanwhile, far from that silence, Darel was drowning in the city. Not in the light of its streets, but in the poison of its corners. Alcohol, bad tongues, the hands that promised friendship and only offered ruin. From there he came, and there he had lost his only brother of oath friend who, before he died in the mud of the bad steps, made a promise "get out of here, or will end up the same as me." But Darel did not believe in salvations. When they sent him to the town near the forest, he did not feel relief, but exile. He belonged to ash
About Calice and the son of the city 🍂
They say that forests breathe different than cities. Where the earth retains the echo of each step sounds like an oath, and each tree stands as guardian of secrets. For Calice, the forest was not a shelter, it was his skin: the rabbit mask hid a face that never got used to the brutality of the world. Between roots and shadows, she lived a garden...Read more