EPIPHANY IN THE FOREST. They say she used to go down to the river, to that dense, leafy place where barely any light seeps through to escape, to find herself. She spent more and more time there until, one day, she simply didn’t return home.  They say she grew horns and a tail, her bare body coated in mud. In the forest, eyes linger, noises whisper, and restless souls roam. Vines tangle and twist, while the moss is ever damp. Truth consumes fiction.  If you feel lost, if you go down to the river and if you manage to slip beyond the bounds of time, you might find her. Perhaps she will embrace you.