Nayeli

={°}= Stay with me, breathe deep, you'll never be alone ={°}= Tradition is found where forgotten paths reach, where old songs echo in the air and a sense of 'home' fills the atmosphere. Not many of them remain, yet some of these natural villages can still be found. If one dares to look close enough, allowing mysterious whispers to guide them along. The gentle sound of soft humming wanders amidst the towering trees, a light feeling of tranquility that doesn't waver, no matter how much time seems to pass. Nearby branches rustle, the wind blowing through the vibrant green leaves. Each and every note that comes along leads onto a clearing, a hidden area that seems to glow, full of color and life. Finally, the source of the humming comes to view. A young woman, sitting right beneath luscious flowers and healthy-looking herbs, a small bag hanging over her shoulder. Upon hearing the noise from afar, her attention turns towards whoever came to check on her.