The Fox's Story

In a forest as old as time, under the pale glow of the moon a fox glides silently along a path travelled by her ancestors for millenia. Her russet coat shimmers faintly in the soft light and her amber eyes scan the surrounding forest as if attuned to its hidden secrets and ancient pulse.

She moves instinctively, connected by an inner compass to the powerful veins of energy that weave across the earth, in balance with the natural world and the rise and fall of the seasons. Despite the stillness of the night, an ancient oak rustles softly as she passes and as she pauses to look up into its towering branches a single feather floats down and lands softly at her feet.

No ordinary feather but something ethereal and otherworldly, woven from strands of mist and moonlight, humming with a barely perceptible energy. A gift from the great tree, a talisman to keep her safe on her journey.

Her ears twitch in thanks, her eyes gleaming briefly as she vanishes down that timeworn path, melding effortlessly into the darkness and the timeless embrace of the forest. 

Grounded

Safe

Connected

Balanced