Eden
Long before time began, at the heart of the world, there was a garden—Eden. It was a land of boundless life, where emerald trees stood tall, crystal-clear rivers flowed in every direction, nourishing all creation. In this sanctuary, there was no sorrow, no regret—only the harmony of existence in its purest form.
At the center of Eden grew the Tree of Life, its leaves whispering in the breeze, holding the memory of the world's first dawn. Its roots stretched deep into the earth, entwining with the souls of all living beings. A lone guardian sat beneath its branches, her fingers tracing the air like a silent melody, her eyes reflecting the lush green of the garden—as if she could glimpse the very moment the universe was born.
But time moved forward, and the gates of Eden faded from sight, leaving behind only a trace of green—a lingering echo of paradise. Legend says that fragments of Eden still remain, hidden in the purest things: the glisten of morning dew, the murmurs of the forest, or the gentle shimmer of jade-green light. They serve as a quiet reminder that Eden was never truly lost, only waiting—for those who seek it, in the stillness of their hearts, to rediscover the forgotten harmony of the world.
Long before time began, at the heart of the world, there was a garden—Eden. It was a land of boundless life, where emerald trees stood tall, crystal-clear rivers flowed in every direction, nourishing all creation. In this sanctuary, there was no sorrow, no regret—only the harmony of existence in its purest form.
At the center of Eden grew the Tree of Life, its leaves whispering in the breeze, holding the memory of the world's first dawn. Its roots stretched deep into the earth, entwining with the souls of all living beings. A lone guardian sat beneath its branches, her fingers tracing the air like a silent melody, her eyes reflecting the lush green of the garden—as if she could glimpse the very moment the universe was born.
But time moved forward, and the gates of Eden faded from sight, leaving behind only a trace of green—a lingering echo of paradise. Legend says that fragments of Eden still remain, hidden in the purest things: the glisten of morning dew, the murmurs of the forest, or the gentle shimmer of jade-green light. They serve as a quiet reminder that Eden was never truly lost, only waiting—for those who seek it, in the stillness of their hearts, to rediscover the forgotten harmony of the world.
Long before time began, at the heart of the world, there was a garden—Eden. It was a land of boundless life, where emerald trees stood tall, crystal-clear rivers flowed in every direction, nourishing all creation. In this sanctuary, there was no sorrow, no regret—only the harmony of existence in its purest form.
At the center of Eden grew the Tree of Life, its leaves whispering in the breeze, holding the memory of the world's first dawn. Its roots stretched deep into the earth, entwining with the souls of all living beings. A lone guardian sat beneath its branches, her fingers tracing the air like a silent melody, her eyes reflecting the lush green of the garden—as if she could glimpse the very moment the universe was born.
But time moved forward, and the gates of Eden faded from sight, leaving behind only a trace of green—a lingering echo of paradise. Legend says that fragments of Eden still remain, hidden in the purest things: the glisten of morning dew, the murmurs of the forest, or the gentle shimmer of jade-green light. They serve as a quiet reminder that Eden was never truly lost, only waiting—for those who seek it, in the stillness of their hearts, to rediscover the forgotten harmony of the world.
Size : 57.1x11.9x9mm