My Dark What's in my head: Some stories do not survive time—they become part of it.

Some stories do not survive time—they become part of it.

Little Red Riding Hood has endured through the centuries, passed from generation to generation, and continues to live on. Over time, it has become more than just a fairy tale—it has become an archetype, deeply rooted in our collective culture. In this piece, I imagined the tale as an ancient, old-growth tree—a symbol of memory, time, and enduring strength. Like old-growth trees, true myths do not fade with age; they only grow deeper roots.