"Do the leaves really speak in riddles, Aurelia?" he asked, his voice scarcely above the sound of the silvery cascade.

"Last night, they shaped the moonlight into colors I never knew existed," she replied, barely noticing the distant hum of the crystals that hung in the air.

A flicker of memory scrolled before her eyes, a void she had not dared traverse. In Echoes

The brook murmured secrets only the ancient stones could understand. Tide Whispers

"From time's cradle," he whispered, tracing the pattern of galaxies hidden in the bark of the oldest trees.

An echo from beyond, "Embrace the twilight, as shadows are kinder in truth-shadows."