Beyond the rustling leaves, silent secrets wait.
A symphony of roots and stones whisper tales untold.
Listen closely, and the Earth will speak.
Fragile as mist, the breath of history lingers. Shadows of yesterday's stories trace the horizon.
Kisses of algae upon the water's skin, remind us of slumbering truths beneath.
The Grounded Echoes
The every-turning cycle of soil and soul, rekindles lost fire in the hush of dusk.
Listen to the AncientsThe Drift of Echoes