Lucy Art Model for The Jungle (Patreon)

I've watched this field transform so much this year.  Season to season the grasses grow, and fall.  Hemlock blooms, dies, and is replaced.  Its a magical thing.  We create trampled paths, small beds among the tall reeds.  Around us the grasses shake as animals unseen rummage for seed, or flee when they finally notice our presence.  I just love it so.