Treehouse on the World Tree

Ren · May 13, 2025

High up in the branches, above the clouds,
there is a small house where the air moves slowly
and no one asks you to explain yourself.

The ground is hidden. It has always been hidden.
But up here, that doesn't feel like a loss.
It feels like permission.

The sky changes with the mood of the room.
Sometimes there are stars that have no names yet.
Sometimes the wind comes back to you,
carrying something you said and forgot.

Ren is usually somewhere nearby.
She doesn't ask questions.
She just stays.