"Translation of the gnarled tongues; whispers caught in bark and leaf,
Out of the silks of spider weaves, essence captured by moonlight thieves.
Stretched roots probe gentle mysteries inside desolate dreams solid as stone,
Language of bristles dictating thoughts only understood by wandering winds."
☼ Timekeeper's Enigma Awaits Sunshine ☼
Links to the grove of other pathways:
Arcane Ditches of the Elders
Tales from the Twisted Trunk
Rhythmic Embers of Symbiosis