Hyacinth. Please forgive me.

“This time, there was no escape, I could not turn away, could not leave without …”

“If it was true that moss did not have roots, and maternal love could grow spont…”

“For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceans burne…”

“In that moment, we were the same, each of us destroyed by our limited understan…”