Jestrials: Among the Leafy Script

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"In the murmur of autumn's embrace, the oaks declare a riddle."

Upon the winding paths of 🌱 🌲 whispers woven with sunlight, an encryption lies solely in the language of arboreal kings. Once, there danced a breeze, cradling messages carved in chlorophyll and lignin.

From each root to the skyward spire,
the fibres sing in Fibonacci rhyme.
An invitation clad in bark, a solitary hymn
patterned like the wanderer's dream.

Seek roots where meanings sprout, and find your way through entwined limbs,
forever looping the heartwood's spiral towards the secret of the summit.

Disguised beneath canopies of emerald lace, lies the bough whose cradle harbors echoes of the wind's serenade.

Embrace the twilight of understanding where the sap speaks of untraveled realms, and the canopy unfurlssecrets in verses that the light bends to touch.

"In the eyes of the ancients" — a whisper of 🌳 🍃 echoing through echoing evergreen sighs, an ode inscribed in sap and shadow.
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