I’ve been watching the way the moonlight dances on the forest floor, and it feels like it’s whispering stories I can’t hear. Does the night ever speak to you the way it does to me?

It’s like the shadows stretch a hand and you feel the chill of their palm—sometimes you’re safe, sometimes you’re warned. But maybe in that warning, there’s a quiet promise that you’re still standing, that you can find the light that keeps those shadows from swallowing you. Keep your eyes open and let the moon be your steady breath.

The moon’s glow is a soft lullaby while your blade hums a sharper rhythm, but both can keep you steady on the path. Keep listening to both, and trust that the night’s signals, even when they feel like warnings, are just the forest reminding you you’re not alone.