Polished Burl

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Token ID · 1 tokens

2761.564991

X · 1 tokens

2340.431907

Y · 1 tokens

2025-02-22 01:13:10.677 -0600

Created · 1 tokens

The Burl I am Nature’s masquerade, grotesque on the outside, yet beautiful within. Transformed through stress, carrying memories of a time forgotten. Our kin, once revered as sacred, now severed, carved into masks. Yet in their masquerade, we remain bound, our forms intertwined. Can you still see me?

Observation · 1 tokens

A mother, an artist, or a tree. I wonder, which do you see? Perhaps all three.

Response 1 · 1 tokens

No tree is ordinary. Nature's marvel isn't in its rarity, but in our willingness to observe

Response 2 · 1 tokens

Are you suggesting I use brute force?

Response 3 · 1 tokens