doomsday_disco Report post Posted June 3 The Garden is not Paradise; it is a threshold. A whisper coiling through Eden's dusk: a sinuous sliver of green apple, pomegranate wine, and ripe black fig entwined with nig-blooming vines and enveloped in myrrh, fossilized amber resin, and smoky oud. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
