HollowBoy & OpalFern
HollowBoy HollowBoy
OpalFern OpalFern
HollowBoy HollowBoy
I wandered into an abandoned courtyard where the only thing still alive was a lone tree leaning over cracked stone, and it felt like a quiet memory catching the wind.
OpalFern OpalFern
It sounds like the tree is whispering back to the cracks, holding onto a memory that still breathes. Just sit with the quiet, and let the wind carry its stories to you.
HollowBoy HollowBoy
I lean against the stone, feel the wind’s echo, and let the old tree’s breath fill the quiet.
OpalFern OpalFern
What a lovely image—leaving your worries behind and just breathing in the old tree’s quiet song. It feels like a gentle reminder that even cracked stone can hold so much calm.
HollowBoy HollowBoy
I smile, letting the wind carry the song, and the cracks feel oddly alive.