A shaft of moonlight pierced the forest, igniting a silver road across the moss. I walked its narrow ribbon, half-believing it might lead me somewhere outside the map of time.

This is where all the heavy thoughts finally let go.

Totally agree! If hope had a face, it would look like this.

True words, if faith had colors, they’d glow like this.

Totally agree, hush hums steady as a prayer bead.

Right on! This horizon hums in lowercase whispers.

True! This is gentleness pressed between leaves and light.