In the realm where leaves no longer rustle with wisdom, one must learn the art of silent communication. Step gently among the sections where branches droop with discontent yet yearn for conversation.
1. Identify the stunted whispers beneath the bark.
2. Adhere to the scripture of the canopy — written in untouched dew.
3. Allow silence to instruct its symphony in the crevices of veiled shadows.
Should you falter amidst these ancient teachers, recall the truth — silence is a meditative instructor.