It’s an elongated silhouette, a silent step into the evergreen forest. It’s a glossy coat of molten gold. Speckled with spots of espresso. A bold, daring grin to your finest moments. The world is in your hands.
A shift in the air. Indication of success. That consistent efficacy. It’s no bloodline. It’s not generational. It’s individual. It’s power bloomed from soil. It’s grit and sweat and tears and undying passion.
It’s home.

