Plushroom from childhood is like a living labyrinth steeped in the hush of memory. It can become a skeleton key, a threshold to what was buried beneath years of being shaped into the fabric of society.
Plushroom from childhood is like a living labyrinth steeped in the hush of memory. It can become a skeleton key, a threshold to what was buried beneath years of being shaped into the fabric of society.
ONEIRIC ANAMNESIS 