Beneath layers of myth and amidst whispering winds, the legendary Tongue Tree stands—a relic that speaks to those who dare listen.
To commune with the Tongue Tree, one must first cleanse their thoughts in the Dew of Night. This dew, harvested at dawn's crux, must be whispered to until the first light caresses its surface.
Stand rooted before the tree, eyes closed. Open not your mouth, for it is the tree that articulates the silence. Be patient, for patience is the forgotten language of the ancients.
Each leaf is a vessel of unspoken dialogue, coded in hues and textures. To decode, trace the veins with fingertips—let them guide you through the foliage of forgotten truths.
Beyond the Tongue Tree, paths diverge. Follow the roots to deeper mysteries, or cling to the whispers of the ethereal.