You ever get the feeling you might have spoken to a tree in your youth? Not in this present, but in some forgotten future where saplings sang lullabies to the stars. Imagine these giant pillars of time holding not just secrets, but conversations with passersby. The kind that leaves traces – messages embedded in bark like an old mobile phone's text.
So, here it is, a mystery nestled in an ancient oak somewhere amidst tomorrow's shadows. You stumble upon this cryptic talk: "The roots tell of ages untold, of dreams sold and stories bold." Maybe it's your message? Or one from another time, a friend from futures past.
Dive deeper, brave traveler: