Cave - Wood Mirage.

I close my eyes and breathe. Before me opens a forest that belongs to no known land: a place suspended between light and shadow, where reality bends to dreams.
The first breath washes over me like a blinding glare: bergamot and lemon sparkle in the air, crossed by the thrill of ginger, alive and pulsing. It is as if the wind itself invites me to follow, to lose myself beyond the edge of the visible. I advance, and the silence lights up with invisible presences. The spicy warmth of pepper dances around me, a secret rose brushes me with its softness, while incense and cypriol veil
the path in ritual smoke. The breath of white wood sustains me, rooted and pure, like a path carved into the memory of nature.
Then the mirage reveals itself. Leather whispers of strength and destiny, while amber and musk envelop me like a second skin, invisible and sensual.
In that instant, I understand: I am not simply walking in the forest.
I am the forest, the mirage, the enigma that remains suspended in the air.
I Am Wood Mirage.