Skierfe
Through the heart of the ancient land, a single artery pulses. The Rapaätno river, the Vein of Sarek, is not mere water; it is the lifeblood of this primordial world. It carves valleys, nourishes life, and carries the silt of millennia like forgotten secrets. This collection follows its relentless journey, capturing the raw power that both creates and consumes, the very pulse of the northern wilderness.
The Riddle of Skierfe
I wear a crown of stone, but am no king.
My voice is the wind, but I do not sing.
My veins run with water, but I have no heart.
I watch the ages come and go, a world apart.
What am I?









