MARTYR 50ml

When did it happen? You no longer know. You've been wandering the world for as long as you can remember, and the memories of your childhood - once so vivid, vibrating in your mind - are now slowly fading into mist. Does time heal wounds, or is it indifference? You sit leaning against a tree. The fire crackles softly - probably a pinecone. You've always tried to find a pattern, a rhythm, listening to the flames as they slowly devour the broken branches. Fire takes life. Fire gives life. In its glow, your scars are more visible - like cracks on the shell of an empty vessel. A shell, hardened in the heat, encasing a wounded body to protect what's inside. Is it the firepit burning, or your home? First comes the smoke, carrying a message. Then the fire. And after the fire - ashes. From the ashes, I was born. IFRA Compliance Certificate