A soft rustle surrounds you, a gentle greeting from the indigo inlands. In the hush, we hear the trees' encrypted messages, their stories encrypted in foliage whispers.
The ancient message, whispered low:
"In every diamond drop, a tale of roots and winds,
of emerald shoots yearning towards the azure sky."
Listen closely and you might just decode their secrets:
"Time unfurls in concentric circles, not linear but spiraled,
a loop of growth, rest, and rebirth."