the place of a hundred places

I imagine a wandering man. A man wandering through the woods, wondering what new things he will discover. Suddenly, the woods part a little in front of him and he sees a place he didn't expect. A forgotten place that has been given a new atmosphere, but the old one has not been suppressed. A place that invites him to come closer. A place that plays with the visitor, but where the roles can also be reversed or even complemented. A place full of life, laughter and movement, but also full of silence, stopping, solitude. A place of a hundred places.