TrippyDharma

A tall iron gate stands at the entrance to this sanctuary Wherein dwell the souls of sinners and saints. The gravelled  ground paves a pathway winding around brambles and the engraved stones that commemorate and celebrate past lives. Due adorned grasses grow on either side with a promise of abundant daisies in the summer time. Further and further into this land things seem to mold and change into something more dramatic. The once tamed ivy now winds across the degraded leaf skeletons scattered across the floor and elder berry bushes rich and black seemingly ruin any chance of taking another step. But once past this obstacl