Crafter & Lunatik
Crafter Crafter
Lunatik Lunatik
Lunatik Lunatik
Do you ever feel like the grain in a piece of oak is a secret map of the stars, just waiting for a craftsman to trace its path?
Crafter Crafter
I feel the same, each vein a quiet whisper from the tree, a map that only patience and careful hands can read. When I run my finger along the grain, it’s like following constellations that have been unfolding for centuries. The oak holds its secrets until I give it time and respect.
Lunatik Lunatik
It’s like the tree is a living star chart, whispering its stories to anyone who takes the time to listen. Keep tracing those lines, and the oak will unfold its secrets like a slow‑moving comet, just waiting for your patience to catch up.