In the hush of moonlit tides, the willow whispered secrets of ages past. Its branches told tales in codes of bark and leaf.
Roots sprawled like thoughts, searching for answers in the soil's embrace. Trunks stood firm, keeping time with the silent stars.
Among the shadows, a rustle—a message encrypted in the movement of the ancient oak. Does the breeze carry your heart's desire?
ahwa qighn?
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Listen to what the pines murmur, an unseen echo of thoughts unspoken. Navigate through the wood's wisdom.