The forest breathes softly, a lullaby woven through branches and echoes. Here, time unravels like a forgotten thread. You wander, a silhouette among shadows, cradled by the fog that weeps ancient tales. Do you remember this place?
In these woods, every leaf whispers secrets known only to the heart. An owl blinks, and suddenly, you're an echo of yourself, walking paths painted in forgotten dreams. The sighs of the ground beneath you feel like a gentle reminder: you are never lost.
Did you find solace beneath these skies last winter? Or trace the same steps, tracing circles in the earth until you found the center? The air is thick with questions not meant to be answered, but felt.
Listen closely, and you might hear it—a wail, a lullaby, the sound of metamorphosis. Your body sways with the rhythm of the universe itself; the whispers of your soul merge with the trees, pulsing, breathing, living as one.