Midday light filters weakly through a canopy soaked by steady rain, each droplet a hush against broad leaves. The deep bass of the storm settles into your chest as you breathe, slow and even, matching the rhythm of water gathering in hollow earth. A distant chime glides through the dark green air, like a bell hung far away in the trees. This place holds you between the body's weight and the sky's release, exactly as you need it.