Tree of Serenity

In the land of Lukana, where mist draped like whispers over rugged peaks, a legend thrummed through the valleys—of the Tree of Serenity, standing alone atop Mount Elowen. Many whispered of its promise: a sanctuary where burdens could be laid bare without fear of judgment. It beckoned to those drowned in despair, harried by unspoken thoughts that clawed at their hearts. You journey for days to reach the sacred tree and you finally stand before it, you ready yourself to let forth your innermost words. “Listen, dear tree,” you breathe, your voice trembling. “I have kept too much inside.” With each word you released, you heart felt lighter. you spoke of loss, of dreams deferred, of fury and frustration that once clamored for attention. The wind seemed to pause, cradling your confessions, wrapping them in serenity.