Beyond the veil of whispering leaves, where sunlight kisses the damp earth with fleeting warmth, lies the path not taken. Follow where the echo leads, but beware, for each step may unveil a secret untold, a mystery half-remembered whispered in the breeze.
The trees stand sentinel, their gnarled branches etching stories in the sky. Listen close, for the branches speak truths hidden from the sun, tales woven in the heart of wood and bark.