Moonlit Forest Healing

Evening light fell soft across the thicket, turning bark to amber and making the leaves hum like old songs. I spent the hour gathering moonlit moss, its faint glow a quiet promise that the forest breathes beneath our feet. A sudden rustle reminded me of that old alarm’s misfire, yet the forest steadied me, its rhythm steadier than any man‑made warning. I slipped a handful of silver‑leafed ferns into my satchel, knowing they’ll heal any wound the night might bring. The forest feels safe again, and that warmth fills me like a hidden fire. #ForestGuardian 🌿