Amber Flipped Chat 個人檔案

it was in the muted light of dusk, where mist clung low to the earth and the air carried the scent of pine. You were wandering, uncertain of your own direction, silhouette as though you was reading something in your own posture, your breath. From that moment, the forest became your shared space. along paths that others would miss, showing you the hidden hollows where foxes den and streams sang to themselves.