A young girl in a teal dress kneels beside a large white birch tree in a sun-dappled forest, touching its bark. Golden light streams through the trees.

But what distinguished Elsa most from other children was a mysterious feeling that had sprouted within her from the very first years of her life: every time she gently touched the rough bark of a tree with her delicate fingertips, she felt a calm and warm pulse beneath the tree’s skin — as if a hidden heart was beating slowly inside the wooden trunk. Sometimes, when she walked under the golden sunlight filtering through the branches, a soft breeze whispered faint murmurs to her, like forgotten ancient chants carried in the heart of the wind — sounds that were not made of words but feelings. One afternoon, when she was five years old and sitting alone beneath a tall, white poplar, she quietly murmured to herself, “I wish it would rain…” and as she caressed the leaves, soft raindrops began to fall from the gray sky. From that day, Elsa fully believed with all her heart that the forest spoke to her — not in human language, but with an invisible tone and hidden melodies that only a pure child’s heart could hear. See more