There is a forest that exists at the edge of dreams, where the trees are so old they remember the first sunrise.

You find yourself at the entrance of this forest. The trees are massive, their branches reaching up like arms embracing the sky. Soft moss covers everything in a carpet of emerald green.

As you step inside, you notice something magical — the trees are whispering. Not with words exactly, but with feelings, with ancient knowing.

The first tree whispers: "Patience. All things grow in their own time."

The second tree whispers: "Roots. Stay grounded, no matter how strong the wind."

The third tree whispers: "Let go. The leaves that fall make room for new growth."

You walk deeper into the woods, each tree sharing its wisdom. The light filters through the canopy in golden rays. You feel a peace so deep, so complete, that your eyes close naturally.

The forest holds you safe as you drift into sleep...