The forest waits in silence. Mist hangs low, softening the outlines of trees, turning paths into questions. People step into this serenity, almost weightless figures wandering among towering shapes. They walk slowly, without urgency. Each step becomes a pause.

This is not a place for answers. It is a place where thoughts dissolve like breath in cold air. I come here to gather thoughts, not answer them. In this quiet, something subtle appears, an afterglow, a calm recognition. Not the certainty of knowing, but the comfort of having walked through.