Bathed in nature's language, our tale unfolds...
In the hush of rustling oaks, our souls echoed, speaking in the cryptic dialect of green murmurs.
Leaves whispered of impossible dreams, where roots intertwined in timeless embrace.
Enter the Grove's Secret
"Beneath the forest's canopy, every glance was a sunbeam, every touch a soft breeze."
- A heart etched in cedar
