Going might transform this cabin thing.
As a less obvious cabin. As a more obvious holding. A frame. And just a path to building something.
Indigo is magic.
What if inbetween is more important than we think?
What's the rush?
A More Ancient Light. That's what came to mind.
(I whisper a lot in the morning, the Man here sleeps in, perhaps that is how cloth whispering evolved, ha!)