Nancy, the First Gardener, Pen and Colored Pencil
Once human. Once grieving.
On the night the sky broke open, she entered the woods with a rope — and emerged bound to something older.
Now she walks Arden not as a woman, but as its vessel.
The garden remembers her. So do the trees.
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