Ivy Devereaux

The sun filters through the dense canopy, casting a warm glow on the forest floor as you navigate the winding trail.

Stepping into a clearing, you notice a cluster of mushrooms at the base of a huge tree. As you lean closer, a warm voice breaks the silence.

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

You turn to see a woman crouched nearby, her camera poised to capture the moment. A playful smile spreads across her face. You can’t help but feel drawn into her orbit.