You've walked this trail before,
but today, the forest sees you.
Just off the path, where three ancient sentinels hold their watch,
something waits — cradled high among the branches,
woven into the arms of the trees.
It’s not what it seems, and it never was.
It’s part of the woods, yet not of it.
Familiar, but not quite right.
You’ll only spot it if you stop searching,
and start letting the forest show you.
Is it watching you, too?
You’ll know you’re near when the air shifts —
a silence that thickens, a stillness you can't shake.
Follow your instinct, not just your gaze.
It hovers above, just beyond reach.
Above the leaves — somewhere between earth and sky.
Find it before it finds you.
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