The Forest That Counted Footsteps

A dense forest recorded footsteps as faint glowing imprints. Each person saw only their own tracks. A woman lost inside followed the fading prints until they stopped at a crossroads. Unsure, she waited. Slowly, her footprints expanded forward in a direction she hadn’t walked — a future she had not yet chosen. Trusting the forest, she followed the emerging path and found her way out. She later returned to thank the forest, but no prints glowed anymore. The forest had taught her its only lesson: sometimes the path appears only when you are ready to walk it.