A deep longing stirs within—a memory bathed in golden light. The sun once spilled through the towering trees, painting the forest floor in warmth, the air thick with the scent of pine and Earth. You can almost feel it now, the dappled glow on your skin, the hush of the wind through the leaves. It was a moment of pure stillness, a time when the world felt endless and alive. And though it’s gone, the ache of remembrance is so vivid, so real, that for just a heartbeat, you are there again.