In the forest's embrace, echoes murmur tales awakened by moonlight. The forgotten melodies of yearning linger like dreams etched on the fabric of reality. Every step reveals a new memory, revealing stories untold, haunting cries of devotion etched in the entwined branches, where leaves catch stars that fell in love long ago.
Visit paths where foliage leans to listen, streets of wandering stars that applaud your silent footprints. The echoes speak gentle truths not of this world—yet linger across realms, waiting for lost letters hastily penned in quivering ink. The forest waits: a cathedral of ancient sighs where past lovers still sing beneath the endless azure.