In the heart's forgotten woodland, where shadows twist and leap, time leaves traces like ink on paper—a fluttering tapestry that beckons with every footfall.
A brisk wind carries stories written in the bark of old trees, tales of moonlit dances and the rustle of secretive sprigs. The paths are but scribbles in the grand novel of nature, winding endlessly, invitingly.
Murmur of the WoodlandsAmongst the foliage and fractured beams of sunlight, the forest becomes a playground for thoughts untamed, a canvas for daydreams drawn with wild enthusiasm. Step lightly, and let the woods write a story of you.