Larissa Wood

Larissa Wood, Heirloom

Audrey Woolard

How long does a world take to grow? Does it germinate for centuries in a secluded

corner of existence, growing roots and gravity and some strain of deity? Does it sprout in an instant or creep

slowly towards the

light? Was it grown before she died? She, the clockwork god of grass and ferns, creator by chance and farmer by trade, who planted by

mistake

or by choice the glass shell of an unmade world that weakened and cracked, leaking out emptiness to replace with its gallon of life.