There are no easy tracks beneath these ancient boughs. The forest gives no quarter, only the silent challenge to step forward, to trust your feet upon the leaf-muffled earth, even as the path dissolves into mist and memory. In this place, every shadow is a story, every root a reminder that the wild does not forget, and those who walk here must learn to listen—to the hush, to the hush, to the hush of the Carpathians.