A sapling embedded with secrets unfolds amidst tangled tales of bark, murmuring. Ever-growing, ever-knowing, yet trust wanes as dusk casts its somber veils.
Secrets resonate among the canopy's restraint: Etched Tides
The ancient eye remembers Holding Gravestones in every twilight saga.
Listened by a hushed reverence, Spoken Past lingers in these voided realms.