
As the forest continues to shift and breathe, not every path leads forward. As old wounds are brought back into the light, some memories still burn, and some remind you that even in ruin not everything might be lost to the flames.
While the forest lingers on what was, not everyone has the patience to indulge it. When there are answers waiting beyond the trees, frustration is never far behind, but anger has a way of demanding the shortest path, and not every lesson worth learning arrives quickly. Sometimes the hardest thing to understand is not why someone carries their rage, but how they survived it long enough to set it down.
The forest might promise more than ghosts, but just when it seems the trees may finally have said their piece, the path turns once more, and what waits ahead is ready to be remembered.