Along the wind's trail, branches whisper secrets, voices lost among the leaves. The shy shy tree sings its ancient poem, leaves intertwined, speaking in cryptograms of green. Laughter hidden hear-say between the echo and pause. Explore the Whisper
Eyes close in sunlight, listening to heartbeats found in the scissors of the sun, carving stories into unsuspecting hearts of wood. Where illusion dances, laughers weave spells. Reflections Unseen