Wooly World: Tendraverse

In threads of hush the cosmos weaves, A whisper blooms beneath the eaves. Soft-borne stars with stitched delight, Drift through folds of velvet night.

One-eyed watchers hum in code, Where secrets curl on yarnling road. No edge, no end, just woven sky— A wool-wrought world where dreams don’t die.

Made with love and wools