🔙 雨中的约定 ⚙️

In the heart of the ancient woods, where shadows intertwine with dappled sunlight, the air sings a melody of whispers. Each leaf, a tale, rustles softly, brushing against the skin of the earth, while the gnarled roots weave stories deep in the soil, treasures hidden beneath the tender embrace of moss.

Mornings unfold like petals kissed by dew, the sun’s golden fingers reaching through the canopy, spilling warmth over the sleeping giants—trees that have stood sentinel for centuries, their bark etched with the passage of time. Here, the world slows; time folds into itself like the layers of an ancient manuscript, and in this stillness, life breathes differently.A deer, graceful and fleeting, hops across the path, a mere brushstroke against the vast canvas of green. It pauses, gifted with the wisdom of the woods, eyes glimmering with secrets only the forest knows. The chirping of birds punctuates the silence, a symphony conducted by the gentle hands of the wind. Each note, a celebration of existence, echoes between the trunks, bounces off the boulders that have maintained their vigil for ages.Evening steals upon the forest like a thief, draping it in a cloak of twilight. Shadows stretch and yawn, while fireflies ignite the dusk with their ethereal glow, tiny lanterns guiding lost souls through the impending night. The air is thick with the scent of pine and earth, a perfume born from the union of decay and rebirth, where every fallen leaf nurtures new beginnings.And as the stars awaken overhead, pooling their silver light upon the forest floor, the night unfolds its arms wide, cradling the weary heart of the wanderer. Here, among the ancient whispers, one finds solace, an invitation to listen—to the stories of the past, the hopes of the present, and the dreams that float like dandelion seeds in the cool night air.In this sacred space, the forgotten forest breathes life into the words left unsaid, urging us to pause, to reflect, and to remember that we are but visitors, transient witnesses to the eternal dance of nature—the ever-unfolding tapestry of existence that beckons us to weave ourselves into its delicate threads.