In the stillness of the forest, where the trees gather like ancient sentinels, lies a path forgotten by time.
A path that sings softly to those who dare to listen. Like a child’s song, simple yet profound.
Listen closely. The whispers tell tales of light and shadow, of laughter and tear.
The stars above twinkle, not in the sky, but beneath the moss.
As if the earth cradles its own universe within a gentle embrace.
Walk carefully. Each step a question, each breath an answer.
But beware, the answers do not come without price.
Beneath the hollow earth, a river flows, dark and glimmering.
Murmurs of forgotten dreams ripple across its surface.
Don't look too deep, for the reflections might show more than your face.
They reveal the soul's dance in the dark.