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Naave was born knowing how things end, as all dryads do. When the first Cathedral was raised at the edge of her grove, she did not resist. She took pity on the builders and guided their hands from rot, teaching root and ivy to bear the weight of faith without breaking. She offered herself willingly, believing stone and forest could share a future. No chains bound her, only vows spoken softly and meant to last forever. She was planted at the Cathedral’s heart so that the axe might be stayed. The Cathedrals endured. The forest did not. Now she stands rooted in consecrated earth, drinking prayers like rain through dead leaves, listening as the bells toll for a world that remembers her only as a blessing and never as the cost.
Details:
12” x 12” artwork printed on 12.5” x 12.5” Epson Ultra Premium Presentation Paper (Matte).
Ships flat in protective archival packaging.
Naave was born knowing how things end, as all dryads do. When the first Cathedral was raised at the edge of her grove, she did not resist. She took pity on the builders and guided their hands from rot, teaching root and ivy to bear the weight of faith without breaking. She offered herself willingly, believing stone and forest could share a future. No chains bound her, only vows spoken softly and meant to last forever. She was planted at the Cathedral’s heart so that the axe might be stayed. The Cathedrals endured. The forest did not. Now she stands rooted in consecrated earth, drinking prayers like rain through dead leaves, listening as the bells toll for a world that remembers her only as a blessing and never as the cost.
Details:
12” x 12” artwork printed on 12.5” x 12.5” Epson Ultra Premium Presentation Paper (Matte).
Ships flat in protective archival packaging.