Forest of Secrets

Forest of Secrets
They say this forest appears only when you are ready.
Not on maps. Not by chance.
It is a place where paths lead inward, where doors do not lock — they wait.
Each page of this journal is a fragment of that forest.
A clearing for unspoken thoughts.
A hidden path for memories.
A door you may open — or simply pass by.
Here, nothing must be explained.
Nothing is judged.
Everything is allowed to exist quietly.
Walk slowly.
Write honestly.
And remember — the forest always keeps what is entrusted to it.