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