She stepped into the shower as the morning mist kissed her skin, her gaze drifting past the open window to the crystal lake shimmering like liquid glass below. Around her, the world seemed to pause… her turtle shlumps lazily across her, birds perch in reverent silence, and even the distant tiger lays still beneath the roof. Her amber eyes glinting with quiet devotion. The rain of her shower blended with the rhythm of the forest, each droplet falling in tune with her breath. Nature didn’t just surround her. it obeyed her, drawn to her presence as if she were the pulse of the earth itself, the calm center of all wild things.

mark chasin

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