We step quietly, echoes of thoughts carried away on a whispering breeze.
In the forest's canopy, light finds it hard to breathe. Shadows stretch in angles unknown, whispering secrets only the trees have heard. Here, we are explorers on terrain never dreamed.
A trail unfolds before us—moss-covered stones and brittle twigs marking our passage. The air is dense with the scent of damp earth and tangled roots. Our footsteps are the only testament to our presence, fading like echoes in a cave.
Listen closely, they say, the trees have voices too—groaning under ancient burdens, or perhaps laughing with the wind. wilderness/echo.html
Each footfall is a mark on an alien shore, trapped between worlds. A deer pauses, blinkered by curiosity, its heartbeats synchronizing with ours, bound by the rhythm of the land.
We search for answers among whispered leaves, seeking something at once familiar and strange. Nocturnal melodies serenade the dusk; the forest is alive, and we are mere guests in this grand, untamed theater.
A path diverges; the choice is ours but the destination unknown. Ahead, the forest deepens—the air tinged with uncharted mysteries.