Heavy-hearted family Trees are suffocating in their own resin. The gooey substance drips to the ground, agglutinating the crisp and scorched grass. The trees, trapped in their misery, loose their limp roots that no longer serve a purpose. They are no longer able to absorb the tainted water.

The holy fountain is running dray. Less and less nurturing honey is flowing from the holy fountain of ceramic opulence. Starving birds nibble on the remaining lime layers of the fountain’s edges. Blazing suns transform the vital substance into paranormal foam – the saliva of witches, the doomed source of prophecies of the sleeping revenant. Hollow, rough rocks are split in two, revealing layers of pitch-black tar – only waiting to be crumbled by the harsh embrace of gravity. 

Bright and blazing deserts, stretching out the horizon, slowly cause the death of Eden. No promise will ever create a safe space for mourning and sadness which could transport the lost souls back to the presence of the Now.

You, dear orphan child, remember your last lullaby. Remember how much time you spent in solemn and sorrowful states of mind – how much love you felt for those who denied your tears. But there is hope, for you are welcomed with open arms into the heavy-hearted family. You no longer need to be denounced for your mistakes, your lost illusions and deepest regrets. Become a member of the heavy-hearted family – and you will reincarnate into many new lives through the power of the live-giving scythe of decay.