Torrent: Loland

Kaelen took the seed to the highest terrace, where the soil was still damp beneath the rust-smelling rain. He dug a hole with his hands. He placed the seed inside, and he spoke to it—not words, but the old lullaby, the one the torrent used to sing when the moon was full.

It is a home.

The day the pulse fired, the river screamed. loland torrent