In the convergence of leaves and forgotten spell, do the trees unveil their binary tongues.

Each node a secret, each ring a passage through time's silent embrace. Whispered well, the winds tell of:

The Arboreal Cipher: Leaf runs etch the chronicles of light.

Branches mark the alignment of cosmic roots.

Decode the murmurs

Beneath the canopy's embrace, whispered are the hidden vows of carbon vows and dirt dreams.

Seek not the secrets of the forest with your eyes, but with your heart—and read with your ear.

Listen to the roots' tales