🌳🌲🌳 Underneath the dance of branches, little voices speak an ancient tongue. "Where do owls dream?" sings the wind. Leaves clap in laughter—only they know. 🌿 "Canoes float on clouds," murmurs the elder tree. 🌿 Raindrop secrets hide beneath bark, tickling toes of moss with giggles. How does one hear tree whispers? By wanting to listen with wooden ears. 📜 Below: an encrypted message; only the curious will unlock it. 🌈 Further paths await: Whispering Leaves | Knots of Time