To those who listen with patience, the forest speaks softly in the rustle of its canopy. Hearken to the message woven into the bark's grain, for it is a language as old as the roots of Yggdrasil itself.
The walls you do not see are the fences of perception, drawn by the fingers of the wind. Trust these walls, for they guide you, whispering in a dialect of leaves and branches. The invisible is often feared, but those who understand the language of trees find tranquility within their embrace.
Dear wanderer, consider the advice of the elder woods. Hold out your hand, palm to the sky, and let the leaves tell their secrets. Navigate through corridors of light and shade, where trunks stand sentinel, and you will understand the truth hidden in the whirls of the wood's symphony.
Do not simply walkâenter into a dialogue with the forest. It wishes to share its wisdom with you, a wisdom that is neither spoken nor heard, but felt in every breath of the wind over the silent mossy floors.
Your mind will clear like morning dew on blades of grass, revealing paths not trodden by feet but by the spirit.