The forest is not silent. It speaks in rustling leaves and snapping twigs, a language older than words. Among the dewy ferns and towering pines, there exists a network of echoes—subtle, elusive sounds that retrace the footprints of time.
Echos are the remnants of nature's ancient call, lingering in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. They whisper warnings, share stories of the past, or simply drift away like forgotten echoes. Scientists have pondered, and poets have mourned, but none have truly deciphered this wilderness lexicon.
As invocations of various chants resonate through the halls of timber, the forest becomes a crypt—a repository of sound. Flickering images whisper fragments of this cryptic communication, as if revealing glimpses into the forest's memory.
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