Solitude

softly against the carpet of fallen leaves, a rhythm that seemed to match the steady beat of her own heart. The air was

ching out like skeletal fingers against the backdrop of the darkening sky. She felt small and insigni

where the noise and chaos of civilization faded into nothingness. Here, amidst the whispering trees and t

act of walking deeper into the forest was a balm to her wounded soul. The memories of

anctuary awaited-a humble cabin nestled among the trees, its weathered facade a testament to years of

of woodsmoke and cedar enveloping her like a familiar embrace. It was a small space, but it held within it the pro

th a sense of serenity she had not felt in years. Here, in this secluded corner of the world, she would b