The oak murmurs, secrets embedded in the crotch between branches— a codex kana of bark and hollow. Vibration found in its fibers, parallel and whispered only at moon's climax.
Sun-chakra lines determine your steps upon the abandoned trail. Gaelic roots writhe in a language less rentals of ink, more listen— resonance speaks. Keep your glass-weave ears peeled.
In the wind's loss, the canopy sways equations of rain, rain forests coded in esoteric spruce. Ansar peridot magus they chant in tight lipped knots. Hunter of Larynx IV, decipher the arcane breath sign.
into the underground realm