iris · violet· amber · sandalwood
Deeper into the woods, the air grows heavier, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. Sandalwood rises like a steady pulse beneath the trees, smooth, resinous, grounding. Amber glows warm and golden, like embers banked in a hidden fire, while violet and iris drift like whispers through the wind.
Fable is the keeper of stories, it is the myth at the center of the forest, timeless and unshakable. It anchors the small details that binds everything together. It is grounding, soft, subtly dark and romantic. Without it, the woods would unravel; with it, every path finds its center.
iris · violet· amber · sandalwood
Deeper into the woods, the air grows heavier, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. Sandalwood rises like a steady pulse beneath the trees, smooth, resinous, grounding. Amber glows warm and golden, like embers banked in a hidden fire, while violet and iris drift like whispers through the wind.
Fable is the keeper of stories, it is the myth at the center of the forest, timeless and unshakable. It anchors the small details that binds everything together. It is grounding, soft, subtly dark and romantic. Without it, the woods would unravel; with it, every path finds its center.
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