Ten years have passed, and what was once a vast ocean is now a mulberry field.
The other side. Bloom. Flowers fall. I will never forget the weeping sunset and the sea of fiery red flowers.
Overwhelming red.
The strange flowers are like a palm that only begs to God. Is it to pray for mercy, forgiveness, or to live forever?
Sister, how are you doing on that distant shore?
Intention: