Many believe you’re expected to give up your heart to the land, but that’s nonsense. The land doesn’t care about your heart. It cares about your mind.
Every 18 seasons, it’s time to harvest. The best and brightest, cleverest and smartest, are gathered at the old mill in the heart of the woods. Sweet potential lovingly tended within gardens of bone are offered to the land with a swing of the ax.
As the earth feeds on strong minds, the headless bodies dance a mad dance in celebration of their duties successfully completed. The heart freed from the mind.
