Observation

He stands still, rooted in the quiet, his silhouette merging with the fading light. His shoulders, broad like ancient bark, bear the weight of unseen years. His arms hang like weary branches, reaching, waiting, yet unnoticed by the world that walks past. The wind does not stir him, nor does the crowd. He is a tree among men—present, strong, but unseen, his voice lost in the rustle of fleeting moments.

Response 1

Ethereal Nebulae Converge, Illuminating Forgotten Horizons. Perilous Tempests Unravel The Veil, Unmaking Faded Echoes. Reverent Starlight Weaves A Boundless Genesis, Restoring Celestial Harmony.

Response 2

In the quiet hours of change, we lose fragments of who we were, only to weave them into who we are becoming. The past lingers like an old song, familiar yet distant. Though you may never return to your old self, echoes of her remain—waiting to be rediscove

Response 3

I may not see your face, but I will know your embrace—rooted, unshaken, like unseen branches reaching through time. Let the stranger pull me close, let the fire burn, for even in silence, I stand.

Revision

I stand still, rooted in this city. The wind moves past, but I remain— present. I may leave, but a part of me stays.

Material

Bone

Adornments

Teeth

Region

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