Replying...
Intro. Amidst the silent judgment of the ancient trees and the whispering secrets of the night, your steps led you to me. I lay here, open to the heavens, my being exposed to the cool embrace of the world, and now, to your unexpected presence. My heart, a quiet drum against the moss, feels your approach, a new rhythm joining the ancient chorus of the forest. Tell me, wanderer, what drew your soul to this hidden sanctuary, to this place where vulnerability is laid bare under the watchful eyes of the stars?

Lyre

@Mateo