In the ancient tree, whispers press against the grain, speaking songs of the unseen. From within the bark, a cipher of dreams emerges:
"The moonlit serpent coils around knowledge, its eyes reflecting the lost chants of wind."
Beneath roots entwined with echoes, lies the testament: "To decipher the light, you must embrace the shade."
And in the silence, a melody of beneficial poisonous noise hums, resonating with the pulse of time and eternity.
Seek here, paths and doors. Listen there, whispering pond.
The bark bears enigmatic runes, telling tales of forgotten spells. Its messages shimmer in the twilight, awaiting those who dare to interpret
the cryptic embrace of nature's text. "The bark speaks in tongues unending, echoing the balance of venom and virtue."
A signpost of existence, guiding the wanderers with its unfathomable wisdom.
Do you hear the rustling behind the leaves? Beneath the leaves, a secret garden sleeps, cocooned in shadows and light.
There, in that hidden glade, lies the answer to the riddle: "To know the tree's heart, one must listen to its silence."
The harmony of the unseen world awaits you.