Nov 12, 2024
Passed me by
- My dear child, if you ever feel lost, light a fire and she will come. The woman, whose face is made of stone and hands like twisted roots.
- What do we do if she doesn’t like me?
- An ancient being feels neither hatred nor joy, she only asks for a piece of your meal.
The child lays a piece of bread to the outstretched hand next to them, revealing a branch-like hand in the flickering light.
