Down the forest path she walked, sunlight streaming through the high boughs as though the woods themselves had opened a golden curtain for her. At her side, the faithful horse stepped softly, ears pricked as if listening to the hush of ancient trees. Wildflowers brightened the shadows, their blossoms winking with tiny sparks of light, while butterflies drifted lazily in the sunbeams. The forest seemed to lean in close — every leaf, every wing, every whisper agreeing that her journey was touched with magic.