The Brushwood People

A strange but welcoming people made of brushwood and woven twigs. As I walked through their home in the hill, I realized they were all dead & wrapping elaborate brushwood weavings around their bones. They remained warm, friendly, and hospitable

Death was no obstacle to them, and they spent eternity in warm camaraderie with friends and family. Every wooden skin was hand-crafted and unique, works of art to retake the anonymity their lack of flesh had brought

(based on a dream)