No bright flowers or tender leaves here. Shadows dance in the wind, branches twist like claws of unseen beasts, and silent, eyeless idols rise from the earth. This is a realm of dark fairy tales, yet it feels like home—more than sunlit parks or bustling streets. The path is hidden, but I know it. Step carefully over the stones, follow me. Move softly, hear the icy minutes drip and seconds drift like snowflakes. This forest grows in my frozen heart.