In the forest, everything floats between reality and the mythic. Every branch is a debate unresolved, an echo searching for ears. The murmurs of this wood console its roots within you. Are you listening? These halls may seem empty, yet resonate with the convergence of our footsteps. Do you understand, dear wanderer?
Embrace the voice of the forgotten. The forest murmurs in whispers once lost are ones we now find. Here lies the relief, the story worth studying intricately. Look beyond the trunks to access the heartbeat beneath, persuades the path bathed in green light.