“Even ancient trees dream of spring.”
The 0.1 mm Sprout
Microscopic buds in the grain—dormant for centuries—awaken with oil and light.
The Child’s Seed
Plant a wish in a knot. Water with tears or laughter.
The Healer’s Faith
A cancer survivor oils the floor weekly. “If the wood can renew, so can I.”
The Final Bloom
When the house is gone, the wood will sprout again—in soil, in memory.
Plant hope. Begin your renewal ritual →
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