Glimmer beneath the verdant twilight,
Where whispers of silvan constellations speak:
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In their shadows, the elms plot starlit choreography - etches of nocturnal waltzes in bark and blood.
Cotton wool clouds tickle the horizons of ancient carbon impulses.
Their histories, layered in linea-drawing forests: charred whispers,
engraved architectures of jagged articulations - code in flora — oblivious cosmic prophecy.