"I seem to be the only person here," Ariana mumbled as she trekked through the forest. The owls
As Ariana trekked through Todoroki Valley in the evening, the landscape transformed into something almost mystical.
The narrow trail wound alongside a gently flowing stream, its surface reflecting the dimming twilight. Towering bamboo groves and ancient trees formed a lush canopy overhead, filtering the last golden rays of sunlight and casting long, flickering shadows on the moss-covered rocks. Fireflies began to emerge, their soft glow adding an ethereal touch to the surroundings.
The stone pathways, some slick from the lingering mist of the day, led past craggy cliffs draped in vines. The air was thick with the fresh scent of damp earth, mingled with the faint, sweet aroma of wild camellias. The sound of trickling water echoed as Ariana neared the small waterfalls tucked between the rocks.