In the silent symphony of chlorophyll veins, where echoes murmur beneath the layers of kinship, a forgetful gust weaves through affined husks. Here lies the ceremonial interruption; a staccato in whispered bark meetings, where each node pivots with the resonance of age.
Secrets carved by restless winds linger upon tender branches like stained ink upon woven fibers. The saplings listen—unruly tendrils poised forward, striving before the whorl's majestic declamation become a canopy perennial.