VITA

Once upon a time, in the first spring, the blackthorn grew with the world. It wove into a wreath over the threshold of the house, like a guardian of home peace. It healed and warmed in moments of weakness with the power of its tart, thick berries. It played with a pattern on the tablecloth, witnessing every family celebration.

The blackthorn was invisible, but always there. Unseen, but always tangible.

Today, it is finding its own outlines — unfolding into a talisman woven from the silence and wisdom of the ages. TSVITE TEREN — and a new Vita is sprouting.