Have you ever wandered, truly wandered, down a path illuminated not by the sun or the moon but by soft, glowing secrets? Out here, the usual rules bend, sometimes they even break. Come, follow me, and let your senses drink in the glow streaming from leaves like fireflies eternally lifting off... Or perhaps that's just the tree's way of winking back.
It starts with a flicker, barely more than a match head gleam below your footfall. Gemstones embedded within the path, or merely holograms of long-lost travelers' souvenirs? You decide, while your thoughts cast traces echoing through the verdant light until every doubt is just another ripple in this sea of phosphorescence.
Fleeting Thoughts