As the moonlight coaxes the branches into dance, the stars listen. Somewhere, a nebula breathes in syncopation with ancient oaks.
Plant a thought and watch it bloom into starlit confessions. Every leaf, a melody. Every root, a forgotten dream.
Encrypted in the whispers of wind, a message carried by the rhythm of falling leaves. Decode it: listen to the trees.
Branches of Time intertwine with the infinite, etching a timeline older than constellations.
Embrace the silence as it hums the cosmic lullaby, the universe cradled in the arms of the forest.