The Hollow Nest

Emerging from a tangle of moss and wilted blooms, a skull rests as the sacred heart of a forgotten garden. Within its hollowed jaw, a honeycomb nests — a quiet kingdom of what once was, now still and reverent. Time has softened the edges of decay, letting nature reclaim the relic in delicate whispers of bark, flower, and wing. It is both offering and elegy — a reminder that even in death, the earth hums with life unseen.