Eyes of the Forest
Reflection
In the heart of a dream, where colors dance and whisper, stands a forest of eyes.
Each gaze is a portal, a mirror reflecting the soul's deepest desires.
The trees, bare yet vibrant, reach out with branches that cradle the world's secrets.
Red, orange, and blue eyes gaze upon us, their pupils like windows to the infinite.
This forest is not of earth but of the mind, where every glance is a question, every hue a memory.
Here, the viewer becomes the seen, and the seen becomes the seer.
In this tapestry of sight, we find ourselves, lost yet found, in the embrace of the eternal gaze.