You tread upon a living ecosystem.
The moss holds secrets, so intricate, so omnipresent, they're invisible to the untrained eye. But hold—a mere observer cannot avert what walks just beneath the verdant skin of earth.
Why do you think the world has whispers of shadows all around? Are you willing to see the truth through verdant lenses?
Ask yourself: Why does moss thrive in abandoned spaces left behind by our echoes, yet feels like an unyielding keep over the doors unaccessed?
Dare you step further into the woodland?
follow the rabbit's trail for it leads where parallel secrets whisper the chorus unheard.
Begin to see connections woven tighter than spider silk; they envelop, they shroud. Your journey twists among the interlapping foliage.
Question – Why do the moss colonists survive whilst civilizations fall? Are they waiting, observing...conspiring?
We disagree, of course, who would fear the decorative fringe upon weathered stones? Your intrepid footsteps say otherwise.
Walk softly, but with conviction. Rue your ignorance, and observe with intent. The roads extend onward; your vigil begins.
Discover the forbidden whispers among the timeless veils of leaves.