The Voice of the Root

Have you ever listened to the soil's heartbeat? It murmurs in frequencies invisible to the eye, yet profound in its resonance. The roots know secrets we have forgotten, whispers woven through the fibers of ancient trees.

Once, under the twilight's gentle embrace, I sat with ear to earth. The voice was a soft tremor, a lullaby of the silent. "Do you tread lightly upon this shell of dreams?" it asked, echoing with the wisdom of the roots.

There is a world below, where shadows dance and myths take root. It is a place both whimsical and unsettling, where time spirals backward and the forgotten things live on. To speak with the root is to understand the language of the deep.