Transcendence Digital Stories

It is a cloudy day. The Father leads the way out the door, His Little One close behind. She’s clad in bright pink pants, green...

Birdsong- a chatter and ringing in the trees. Heard but not seen. Breeze - a rippling of leaves. Then, a scattering of shimmery seedpod....

Starry speckles Strewn across sky. Blanketing darkness, but black is not what you see. Furious flames Fight at our feet. Smoke stings,...