In the uncharted realms where starlight melds with earthbound whispers, a story grows.
The trunk murmurs tales of forgotten echoes, each leaf a syllable in the language of a world unspoken.
Once, a traveler sought the heart of these whispered woods, guided only by dreams and unseen hands. Beneath the canopy, where light never falls straight and shadows dance to a rhythm born of old, the traveler found whispers carved into bark, a message in the tongues of trees.
"To find the echo, seek not the sound, but the silence it breaks," murmured the forest in its leafy voice.
As the stars blinked through the lattice of branches, a path appeared, woven from cryptic threads of starlight and shadow.