In a lonely forest glade, the forgotten path winds away, where moss blankets the earthen floor, and time slips quietly between branches. Here the heartbeat of nature synchronizes with the breath of stillness.
- Halina Poświatowska
In a lonely forest glade, the forgotten path winds away, where moss blankets the earthen floor, and time slips quietly between branches. Here the heartbeat of nature synchronizes with the breath of stillness.