In the realm of the unseen, where whispers are burdens and silence is gold, she waits. The Bodhi tree's roots entwine with the fabric of time, casting silhouettes that dance upon the void. These shadows are not mere tricks of dim light; they are the vestiges of forgotten gods, weary travelers of an empty cosmos.
Beneath the tree, silhouettes cast by invisible light stretch and yawn, their forms shifting through epochs like the tides of a celestial ocean. Each silhouette tells a story, murmured in tongues long abandoned by the waking world. Are you brave enough to listen?
Faint echoes murmur through the ether: "Seek the whispering glyphs, follow the shadowed path."
The Bodhi tree stands sentinel, its leaves trembling with secrets, awaiting a traveler bold enough to grasp the unseen stories woven into its ancient boughs.