just like the ancient trees that have witnessed the march of time, our political landscape often holds unavowed promises waiting to be discovered by those brave enough to venture off the beaten path. in this wilderness of thoughts and ideologies, where some may feel predispositioned to disobey the common trails, it is our evaluations of newly forged paths that lead us to recommence with a new vision. in every quiet corner of our parks, where nature whispers its secrets, we find the strength to explore these unavowed routes, guided by the stars of hope and unity.