Have you ever thought about how trees are like the libraries of the forest? Each ring records a year of its life, sometimes shouting triumph, other times whispering regret. In the quiet of a forest, beneath a canopy of stars, these stories collide. Ever heard of the constellation of the Woodpecker? More like the lost diary of a tree, filled with notes scratched hurriedly before falling silent.
We carve our histories on soft wood, only to erase parts, rewrite others. Under these stars, I found a remnant of a conversation once etched into bark:
"Tell me about the nights you spent among the constellations... Did they speak of the past, or merely echo your dreams?"
— Elysia, the Wood Keeper
Constellations mapped by those who sought shelter in the embrace of cedar and oak. Some scribbled tales of celestial voyages, while others merely traced their fingers along the bark, seeking warmth in starry precision. Ever wonder about the constellation of Forgotten Roads? Not found on any map, but visible to those who wander with open hearts.