Delightful

Wandering through high grasses in the cool mist. Seeing moss that grows soapy and frothy on the bark. Running your fingers over the blades, you smell the bitter plant juices as you crush the plants with your hands. The air is filled...

Feel how the rich forest floor breathes you in, how it pulls you down piece by piece. You sink into a dark layer of ethereal pine needles, all the decay that becomes earth and the thirsty roots of the spicy juniper that permeate...