Sahar Dowlatshahi stepped onto the narrow dirt trail, her faithful dog, Luna, bounding ahead with uncontained excitement. The morning sun filtered through the canopy of tall trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, a refreshing escape from the bustle of city life. As Luna sniffed curiously at every shrub and patch of grass, Sahar took in the beauty around her. She paused to admire the vibrant wildflowers dotting the path and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. A small stream meandered beside the trail, its clear water sparkling like a trail of diamonds.
