In the stillness of the stars' embrace, where light finds refuge in the cosmic dance, whispers of ancient woods weave through time, echoing the forgotten language of the universe.
What does the forest murmur to a wandering soul? Is it the whisper of time, urging us to listen— to the timeless tales written in the bark of stars? A cosmic sympathy murmured through branches, gentle as a mother's lullaby, yearning to be understood.
Beneath the earth's skin, where roots intertwine like fingers, lies a memory of all that was and all that will be, a hidden dialogue between rock and sky, murmured in the language unspeakable, yet known.