Beneath the towering columns of shadowed trees, a path unfolds—a silent hymn to the infinite. The ground blooms in a mosaic of vibrant whispers, as if each brushstroke carries the pulse of life itself. Above, the sky curves into an intricate dome of light and shadow, a cosmic gateway woven with hues of crimson and violet.

At the heart of the scene, a luminous circle calls, neither sun nor moon, but a portal to the soul’s yearning. Its radiance beckons the wanderer inward, where time dissolves, and the boundaries between the earthly and the divine fade.

This is a forest of thresholds, a place where stillness breathes and the universe seems to exhale its secrets. It asks, not in words but in colors, whether the journey ahead is a passage to the unknown—or a return to the essence of being.