Ever lingered in the hush between the trees? Those osmosis whispers? They code secrets, like those ripples brushing the shore. A conversation held in rings, branches stretching out to the sea.
Message from the Elders:
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"An oak's reach,
encompasses an unseen tide,
binding dirt to drifting skies."
Through winds, echoes of voyage. Ever wished to sail on whispers? Navigate the canopy of murmurs like a song, hidden sonnets sung by roots. They carry tales, only if you bend close enough.
Decode Further Lost in the leaves