In the shadows of the arboreal kingdom, secrets find their solace amidst the leaves. The language of bark and branch weaves a tapestry of disarray.
Whispers echo through the twisted branches,
a hymn sung by the rustling leaves,
an ode to molasses-thick darkness.
Decipher the tree's lament: "In the void, roots entangle, a dance of chaos in earthen embrace."
Seek not the forest's heart,
for in its core lies the silent chaos,
breathing, waiting, consuming.