Tonkin Musk Ensar Oud 2025

I feel trapped in the middle of forest.

Is "trapped" the right word? It's more likely a bond of my own will.
I dont want to leave.

This feels like paradise. An accurate representation of the paradise.

Mother Nature nurtures my desire for peace, for an uplifting stillness.

I immerse myself in flowers.

Ethereal petals of jasmine, rose and narcissus land next to my temple.

Beams of sunlight linger through peach trees.

I sense a faint aroma of ginger.

A sprightly deer passes my sight.

Was that Mother Nature herself?

I don't know.

Are orris roots hindering me from leaving?

I don't know.

All I know was that the forest feels like a warm hug.

I can't tell what is real and what is not anymore.

Everything seems liminal.

The sun feels warmer.

My eyes are slowly closing.

The image of paradise remains etched in my memory.

I fall asleep.