So, um, the thing about trees is they kinda absorb stuff, right? Not just carbon and all that nerdy science-ready fizzy drink stuff, but they seem to drink in moments, too. I've sat by one for so long that I started to feel the tick-tock of seasons—or was it my heartbeat syncing with that tree?
Let’s chat about fossils. Did you know they hold whispers of yesteryears? Like an offbeat diary of epochs gone by. Trapped within those rocky pages, I imagine they tell the wrong kind of party stories—of extinction events and undewelcome migrations.