Within the boughs of gnarled giants, the air thrums—a melody only whispered to those with souls porous enough to heed. Echoes of forgotten breaths curl around the sinewy trunks, concealing tales ancient as time itself. Pathways, untraveled and imbued with shadow, hide beneath tangled roots.
Glass-like raindrops bead upon bitter-sweet fig vines, capturing secrets in their translucent prisons. Listen close, as the wind hollowly breathes, casting renditions of ghostly murmurs pursued for centuries by seekers of the esoteric. (seek echoes)
Can you decipher the sigh? Can you unearth the laughter caught like desert wolves howl under a waning crescent? Maybe... by craven hearts yearning for understanding clothed in riddles untouched by time. (enter the whispering hall)