In the darkness of the night, within the forest, beyond the fear of the dark and the uncertainty of footsteps, intuition awakens within us. Our vision adapts, the pineal gland activates, revealing the magic and vitality of the forest, which never sleeps and breathes. We are enveloped in a play of shadows, reflections and chiaroscuro, bringing mythical and mysterious figures to light.

At a certain point, we become part of this whole. Freed from our fears, we can reflect the purity of our spirit and our true essence. In this moment of connection, our breath merges with silence, interrupted only by the song of cicadas and the rustling of branches beneath our feet as we make our way through the dense forest. Fireflies, here and there in the darkness, light our way, allowing us to finally reconnect with who we are, outside the conventions of the society in which we live.

We finally find our inner light.