I walk forward in the deep red twilight of my forest of memories, surrounded by the shining and dark shadows of my past. Each he tree, each branch tells of past struggles and passions whose roots reach deep into the earth of my being.

What once seemed an impenetrable forest is now, under the gentle pressure of my reflection, transforming into a place of insight and tranquillity. It is not an uprooting or pruning of branches, but a new understanding of the paths that have led me here.

In this poetic re-encounter with my forest, I find solace, not by reshaping the landscape of my soul, but by reinterpreting the meaning of its deepest shadows and brightest glades.

With every step under the ruby red canopy, I learn that true beauty lies not in the untouched nature, but in the acceptance of its wild, impetuous forms that have shaped me.

This journey through the red forest of my memories becomes an existential dance, a delicate whisper between the leaves that tells me that every scar, every smile, every tear is part of the infinite mosaic of my life.

In the embracing silence of this forest, I find not only resignation to the unchangeable, but a passionate acceptance of life itself, shaped by the immeasurable diversity of my experiences.