The forest was like a secret, hidden between the books and the whispers. Trees tall like giants and paths that played hide and seek. The smell of leaves tickled our noses, and we laughed even when there was no one else to hear.
Sometimes, when the stars were shy, we'd imagine they'd dance above us. A ballet just for our eyes, weaving stories only they knew. And in the morning, we'd forget, but the feeling would linger like the echo of a lullaby.