On Wanting to Treading off the Beaten Path Into the Misty Forest
Once upon a time, within the tendrils of a misty forest—where spirits coiled around ancient oaks—there was a yellow-brownish fox traveling along a gravel path. Let’s call her Citrine. She was a curious fox. Citrine yearned to uncover the mysteries veiled behind the eerie mist, away from the beaten trail. She wanted to know. She wanted to experience. But she was afraid. She had always been taught to stick to the path. ...