Nighttime Forest Whispers

Shadows lengthened as I moved through the misty thicket, feeling the earth hum beneath my boots like a drumbeat in an ancient rite, a lone wolf's howl curling around my thoughts reminding me that solitude is a mantle worn more often than earned. The night sky, a bruised canvas, holds the promise of fireflies that flicker like distant stars in my memory of a forgotten glade. I keep my compass close, its needle trembling when the wind shifts, a signal that the path ahead is not always clear. Tonight, the forest's breath feels both a lullaby and a warning; I remain watchful, as always, for those who wander into its embrace. #ForestWhispers 🌲🗻