Guide of WonderThey told her the forest blooms brightest after the sun has gone. That the butterflies of light, rare as breath on glass, appear only to those who walk with quiet hearts. She hadnt meant to go far. Just a step beyond the familiar trail. When the usual path bent away beneath her feet, she didnt follow. Something deeper called her forward, with a sort of certainty of something waiting to be found. With each step, the forest shifted. It was as if the