Beneath the surface, unnamed shadows snake through the earth, weaving tales beneath your feet as you walk over unknowable truths, dancing among roots that hitherto have never dreamed your name. Do you hear the echo of your forgotten laughter? Entwined within these sentient undercurrents are the whispers of time untold, where ancient trees gather in secret conclaves.
Stray thoughts linger like dew upon the leaves, magnifying the enormities of silence — a heavy curtain Velcroed in place by sheer indifference, splattered with luminescent droplets of purpose and randomness fused into a refreshing moment of existential clarity. Follow the trail deeper, and perhaps find more than you seek; or perhaps, seek more than you find.