Forest Sanctuary

I found the Forest Sanctuary by instinct, not by map—
a small, sheltered clearing where the trees hush the wind and the moss welcomes bare feet.
A place where the light filters through leaves with such majesty as to match any human construct.

This sacred space welcomed me in, with the forest itself as altar, temple, and witness.
A circle formed itself before I even cast one.

In this place, I do not call the quarters. They are already here.
I do not summon spirit; it is already speaking.