“Paper Face” begins long before she had a woman’s shape. She was once a full, towering tree — rooted deep, steady, and alive in the quiet of the forest. Seasons carved their stories into her bark, storms bent her limbs, and sunlight painted her in gold. But time, fire, and fear changed her. What once was wood became flesh, and what once was bark became a thin, fragile face that folds like paper.
Her paper face tells no lies. Every crease reveals the truth of what she’s endured. When you look at her, you still see the tree she used to be — her limbs shaped like branches, her bark breaking at the ends, her body worn from years of weather and worry.
Ashes scatter at her feet, reminders of fires that nearly claimed her. The wind howls through the forest, shaking her to her core. And she remembers the Lumber Jack — the one who cut off her head, the one who might return to take the rest of her life away.
“Paper Face” is a dark, mythic tale of transformation, fear, and survival. It blends heavy‑metal grit with haunting folk imagery, telling the story of a spirit who used to be a tree and now stands trembling between what she was and what she’s becoming.
