Volcanic Stone – like a dream half-remembered, you stand barefoot on warm black sand, the sun slipping low behind ancient rock. A breeze stirs—carrying the soft scent of chamomile, ripe pear, and sage dried by the sun. Smoke curls from distant palo santo, grounding the dream with its sacred hush. Patchouli and dark amber rise from the earth like memory, deep and unspoken. Each breath is a step deeper into stillness—a summer dream carved in stone, where time slows and the world fades away.