In the lamina waltz of moonlit woods, the barks whisper cosmological tales encrypted in an arcane lexicon of petrified wisdom.
Leaves translate sparks of stardust into whispers on ephemeral winds—an archive of every season, every storm.
Tread softly among their roots; skies unspooling text in glyphs untamed.
Here, the canopy pulses—topography of thoughts weaving between twinkling bastions of distant amber flame.