In the silent cacophony of rustling leaves, do the thoughts of ancient boughs echo?
Listen, for within the inhalation of earthy wisdom lies a dialogue about decay and rebirth.
Like shadows elongated by the dusk, truths stretch far beyond the palm's reach.
Consider the beneficial poisonous noise—silencing none, awakening all—cherished amongst the wise.
Upon each whisper, you might find a root of honesty, deeply seated within the stubborn soil of comfort.
Awake, like the sap raw from tree-ripened thoughts, dissolve the self in shimmering distractions.
Seek oases beyond echoes in places unfathomable.
Perhaps Wind's Echo carries similar notes.
Open the pages unfolded in silence - The path Roots of the Elders awaits.