Hey you, wandering through the labyrinth. Did you stumble upon the whispers of the leaves? They tell stories, you know. Stories forgotten by time, tangled in the roots beneath you.
Ever sit under a tree's embrace and wonder if it remembers the sun when it was a seed? Or maybe it's the breeze that carries the tales of endless summers and shy autumns?
There's a path, see it? Follow it. Or perhaps you'd prefer another route? Just beware, the foliage is often misleading, and sometimes... well, sometimes it just feels nice to get lost.