Treehugger
Treehugger
ver treehugger Cuevana 3. In a land of damp mist, a wooden doll wanders, carrying a quiet longing for connection. There he meets a fragile young tree, equally awkward, equally alone. Neither knows how to hug. Yet, what begins as a tentative reaching out soon dissolves into a fever of desire—a slow descent into an attachment too heavy for such little souls.
