In the heart of the forest, where whispers gather like dew on cobwebs, an awakening stirs.
The trees murmur secrets of bygone days, echoes of laughter that never belonged, a path to nowhere.
Have you ever wondered what the world would be like if clocks were made of sand and dreams were tethered to reality with strings of gossamer?
Somewhere, a fox contemplates the meaning of existence while nibbling on a particularly philosophical acorn.
The forest folds in on itself, an origami of green and silence, twisting towards twilight.
Here, time is a gentle giant, cradling moments in gentle hands, whispering how sighs can ripple like stones across still waters.
And when the last leaf falls, a new beginning is forged in the ashes of memory, Once Upon...
Imagine, if you dare, a world where trees speak in riddles and the sky is a canvas painted by the sighs of stars.
The forest awaits, ever watchful, ever wise, cradling your thoughts like fragile blossoms on a breeze.