Beyond the bramble, whispers of yesterday echo. Choices made, footprints etched in the soil of our becoming. Glimmer at the periphery beckons.
Shadows flicker as veil of silence descends. Each breath, a prelude in this orchestral wilderness.
Let the forest unfurl its stories, spoken only in the language of rustling leaves and the dance of light.
Follow whispers on the breeze, trails that diverge into realms unknown, where truth distorts like fog upon the morning. Embrace the uncertainty.