The forest of flesh speaks, two revelations unfurl.
Morning comes, a message is received, fury's price is paid.
We clip wings for the bird's safety, but without permission.
Motivations can be both cruel and tender in nature, Love.
A pair of birds tangle between stardust and rose thorns.
Two birds brush restless, smoking wings, singing each other.
A confrontation, an uninvited guest with ill intention.
The weight of an absent God, a talk in the garden.
Edenara, angelic refuge amid a celestial wasteland. A cage.