A whisper among branches, the quest begins not with the sun, but within the shadows of giants.
In the tranquility beneath canopy's embrace, the path reveals itself. Listen. The leaves speak in rustles.
The cipher isn’t found; it grows. Each knot an echo of ancient secrets, each ring a word.
Follow the map drawn by roots, wandering rivers beneath soil, the bark holds stories untold.
You are not lost; merely wandering in the dark light. Starlit skies hidden by green.