destiny of the comet's voyage

Onto the winds of whispering pine, where memories of cedar roots entangle in the soil of forgotten skies. Raven's shadow over moonlit bark: _Freyja's breath_ _Crescent woven into elder's ring_ Winds through willow, calling: "Return, O wanderer! The map rests within the veins of the old oak!" Only there, beneath the dewdrop circlet, lies _the purpose: hidden within the knots of wisdom in the labyrinth of bark and leaf._ Echoes of the tree crypts, the forgotten dialogue: "What is the song of comet?" "The rustle of leaves in starlit dreams." **The path is veiled, a spiral etched in the cosmic etching.** Enter the silence to unearth the truth.