In the realm of silent pines, growth whispers its distaste. The thick canopy hides a story seldom told. Pressure from below forces roots upward, carving skeletal drawings against soil's dark facade.
Watchers recount tales of windowed canopies; surveillance to the underbrush remains stoic. Yet, guardians lack vision of their own obscured trail through moss-coated avenues.
Algid rains wash over aging elegance, scripting erosions upon delicate embankments. Dormant life signs intertwining beneath live foliage reflects beauty in forgotten corruption.
Ancient Narratives