The Whispering Pines, 2049
The air shimmered with digital echoes, letters of forgotten songs spilled across the forest floor,
like ancient runes beneath my feet. The Mycelium whispered directions,
leading to the portal hidden within a gnarled oak.
In flashes, I saw the children of the stars gathering, their laughter timeless,
suspended in the veils of dawn.
Seas of Moonlight, 1894
The sea sang songs destitute of time, a lullaby carried upon moonlit serpents.
I walked the shores where sand amalgamated with silver, where myths were letters sent
by the tides to unaware vessels adrift.
A twist of time unraveled, and suddenly, I was part of a fable penned in oceans deep.
The Elderwood Grove, 1620
Among the trees, a thrum of energy reserved for the wise meandered.
Shimmering reminders of age-old promises embedded in roots, unseen to many but felt by those
who motioned through dreams.
Underneath the twilight voices, the Mycelia curled in whispered confessions of histories unwritten.