Description
This is just a black letter of an empty soul….
It smells of humanity, of wood, of memories, of eternity, and sun-dried grass…
I’ve returned to my small village in the Danube Valley, where every stone in my yard whispers a story, and the leaves and grass greet me with warmth and affection. Here is where I crafted my first kite and my first wooden sword. It is a place where the trees, planted long ago by my father and me, now embrace me in their shade. This is my world, alive with magic, a fragrance that has traveled back through the mists of time.
Adi ale Van from Hotaru
