The laughing monk awakens

For three hundred years, the wooden monk sat frozen in a silent, agonizing scream, trapped by a curse that turned his deepest sorrow into stone. He was abandoned in a field of wild lavender, forgotten by time. But as the centuries passed, the soothing scent of the purple blossoms slowly began to heal his ancient grief. One morning, the first rays of midsummer sunlight hit his chest, and the wood began to warm and soften. #laughing #monk #lavender #follow