Well Of Souls — The Chosen

The chosen well has no bottom. Only depths that remember your name before you do.

To stand at its edge is to feel the weight of every promise ever lowered into darkness on a frayed rope. The water does not reflect your face. It reflects the faces of those who would have been —the children never born, the words never spoken, the hands never held. the chosen well of souls

Here’s a piece of evocative text inspired by the phrase The Chosen Well of Souls The chosen well has no bottom