The Story of the Hidden Garden
Once, there was a traveller who found themselves wandering through a dense, shadowy forest. The trees were tall and tangled, their branches stretching high into the sky, blocking out much of the sunlight. The forest wasn’t unkind, but it felt heavy, filled with whispers of worries and doubts that clung to the air like mist. The traveller had been walking this path for a long time. They weren’t entirely sure how they had arrived here, but they knew they couldn’t stay. The whispers were too loud, the weight too great. And so, they paused, closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and allowed their body to relax. As they stood still, something remarkable happened. A faint, golden light began to shimmer in the distance. It wasn’t bright or blinding—just a soft, warm glow that seemed to call to them. Drawn by an unexplainable sense of comfort, the traveller began to follow it. With each step, the forest seemed to lighten. The ground beneath their feet became softer, the air clearer. They felt ...