Your healing daily routine begins now.
To my dearest: When this letter drifts to your window with a dandelion, we know—the forest's long-awaited new guardian has finally been found. Here, the streams will compose melodies for you with their tinkling sounds, ancient trees hold countless stories, and the most magical adventures lie hidden in the next newly blooming flower. Push open the wooden fence entwined with morning glories, and you step into a dream woven from warmth and wonder. The sky is forever honey-colored, and the clouds float softly like freshly baked cotton candy. Every inch of grass beneath your feet sparkles with dew, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the blades secretly exchanging the secrets of the morning. Here, there are no tedious to-do lists, no must-go distant destinations. Your goal is simply to enjoy the present moment—perhaps watching the sunset gild your town, or listening to the lullaby of raindrops pattering on the mushroom-shaped rooftops. Welcome home, Guardian. All good things are slowly coming your way.