Forgotten Stars

Rustling thoughts intertwined like roots beneath the soil. Oh, how they wish to breathe skyward, but the ground cradles them, a paradox of nurturing darkness. The corridor of memories holds echoes of stars, once bright, now hidden in the whispers of trees.

Ciphers of the canopy speak in tongues of wind, leaf to leaf. A language older than time, encrypted in the fractal arms of the ancient oaks. Listen closely, for the message is written in the shadows cast by the light of forgotten constellations.

The stars murmur secrets, deciphering stories woven into the bark of slumbering giants. A tale of the sky etched in chlorophyll ink, a narrative of twinkling silence. What do you see when you close your eyes and open your mind to the garden of the universe?

Murmur of Leaves
Shadow Conversation