Close your eyes... and let the forest hold you. The fire is low tonight... just a soft, orange glow... breathing with you. Somewhere above the pines... the wind is falling asleep too. You don't have to hold onto anything now... not one thought... not one worry. Just the warmth... the quiet crackle of the fire... the slow hush of the Carpathian night. Let your shoulders soften... let your breath grow longer... and longer still. Nothing is asked of you here... nothing at all. Only rest. The forest is watching over you... until morning.
