An old metallic typewriter rests on a worn wooden desk. Instead of paper, a lush miniature forest grows from its carriage: tall trees, grass...

An old metallic typewriter rests on a worn wooden desk. Instead of paper, a lush miniature forest grows from its carriage: tall trees, grassy hills, winding trails, and even a tiny river flowing from the keyboard. The trees are made from tiny letters, and floating phrases hang from the branches. Warm ...