Beneath the canopy, murmurs fracture
In the quiet, voices find form,
Shadowed roots cradle ancient thoughts.

Listen.
To the rustle of forgotten dreams,
Breaths of ink and paper lost in bark.

The Watcher's Whisper
Echoes Unfound
Voids and Wisps

A potent silence sings aloud,
Pressure grinding thoughts to gems,
Noiseless poisons seep through roots.