Whispered Secrets Beneath

In the deep of yesterday’s yearning, a shadow dialogues with stones. The root system murmurs murmurs cosmic eternity.

"Quandaries of tectonic sleep," the voice rises into twilight, "forget not the polygamous aspirations of the ever-bending birch."

Lunatic, with ear to volcanic soil, scribbles verses on the windswept parchment of memories lost, not to be forgotten.

Through thick foliage, a question spirals: how does a root dream beneath the ceaseless choreography of sun and shadow?

Connect the dots in nature’s hidden logic. Follow paths unseen until the insistent tapping of roots speaks the divine. Echoes of whispers in subterranean tones—a resonance of forgotten words spun by the spindle of time. Remainder of the Day stitches the fabric of a perplexed universe. And thus... fractured yet whole.