The Sound of the Tree through the Forms of the Veil

A Cry in the Waters

 

1.1 Storm

Through the night, the winds have passed across the waters, stirred the waves, and together with the waves given voice to the void. That voice would meet no response but in one place, where the waves crashed against and sculpted forms in their midst. Now here, where within the ebbs and thunders of the waves upon the forms, the voice became words, the waters part. It is still, and it is day.

Through the night, the winds have passed across the waters, stirred the waves, and together with the waves given voice to the void.
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