I alone am building a log cabin deep in the forest, crafting every beam with my hands. The massive porch overhang stretches wide, shielding the entrance from rain and snow. Each log is carefully notched and stacked, rising steadily toward the sky. The roof, sturdy and sloped, will endure harsh winters. Sawdust clings to my boots as I work, surrounded by silence and trees. This sanctuary, born from solitude and strength, becomes my haven beneath the whispering pines.
