Power hums in stillness.
They sit between bloom and night,
a guardian of the thresholds that others fear to cross.
The flowers rise not to soften them,
but to reveal what strength looks like when it learns to breathe.
Each petal, a memory transformed.
Each vein, a path back to the self.
Their hands rest on the staff of knowing —
a lineage of witches, rebels, and dreamers
woven through the dark.
They are the keeper,
not of secrets, but of becoming.
Analog collage on paper.
Size: 4 x 6 inches with vintage frame
Price: 125 CAD