I close my eyes and breathe. A forest opens up before me.
that belongs to no known land: a place
suspended between light and shadow, where reality bends to dreams. II
the first breath hits me like a blinding flash: bergamot and lemon sparkle in the air, crossed by the thrill
of ginger, alive and pulsating. And as if the wind itself
invited me to follow him, to lose myself beyond the boundary of the visible.
I advance, and the silence lights up with invisible presences. The heat
spicy pepper dances around me, a secret rose me
It touches with its softness, while incense and cypriol veil the path of ritual fumes. The breath of white wood
It supports me, rooted and pure, like a path carved in the
memory of nature.
Then the mirage reveals itself. The leather whispers of strength and destiny,
while amber and musks envelop me like a second
skin, invisible and sensual.
In that moment I understand: I'm not just walking in the forest.
I am the forest, the mirage, the enigma that remains suspended
in the air.
I am Wood Mirage.