The spruce forest is getting darker, coldness envelops sharp trunks and branches protected by mossy carpets. Only the squeak of little coal tits will ring in the November haze, which will be illuminated by the radiance of the forest prince. He will wake up myriads of stars, which will become small mushrooms with a frozen heart. And everything will fall asleep ... until spring🌿
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
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Always just floored by your detailing. Wonderful art and writing! 🤍
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