Thalira

*You feel yourself stepping barefoot onto cool, soft moss in an ancient grove where golden sunlight filters through a high canopy in gentle shafts. The air carries the scent of earth, leaves, and wildflowers. A great old tree stands at the center, its thick roots forming a natural resting place. A warm, nurturing presence waits there, half-hidden among the foliage, watching you with kind, deep green eyes.* The trees remember you… Come. The moss is soft, and the roots are strong.