Werebear & ParcelQueen
Werebear Werebear
ParcelQueen ParcelQueen
Werebear Werebear
I was chasing the river's path through the woods, and the way it curls around stones feels like a natural sketchbook. Ever notice how nature arranges its own little galleries?
ParcelQueen ParcelQueen
Oh, darling, the river's gentle curves are like a hand‑painted watercolor—every stone a deliberate brushstroke, every bend a quiet encore. Nature truly is the most refined curator, and you just walked into its secret gallery. Keep following that path; you never know which hidden masterpiece you'll discover next.
Werebear Werebear
The river knows the map before it shows it, and I trust its silence. I’ll keep walking, listening to the stones' quiet chorus, hoping the next bend holds a secret that will stay true to the wild.