The Canopy Conspiracies
Above the canopy, the squirrels whisper secrets. Were they always watching? Orchestrating the rustle of leaves with eyes that pierce dimensions... Don't let them in, not even a sliver of belief in their intelligence.
Have you seen the patterns etched in the bark? Understand, not your typical tree markings.
Avoid looking up. Shadows blend; the symphony is complete.
Observe the Observable