where branches form an Arched Canopy overhead. The open air behind you is gone. Your shoulders pull in to match the space. Your pace slows without you deciding. The canopy shapes you as you move through it.
You enter the Stone Tunnel where your voice sounds different when you breathe out. Cooler here. Your footsteps echo once, then swallow themselves. The tunnel teaches you to trust spaces that change you.
An Abandoned Doorway stands ahead – frame intact, everything else fallen away. After the tunnel, you know how to read empty spaces. Your body pauses here because it recognizes something. You stand longer than you planned.