In the nuclear glare of the forest's tightest embrace, curious pathways lead to secrets murmuring in the language of bark.
Hello leaves, do you speak?
Listen carefully, for the tree's pulse vibrates through humbled acorns, and when the sky tumbles, it unveils cosmic carpet blooms—hidden blobules, echoing resonances.
Stand still:
- Breath of pine—whisper
- Conifer chant—song
- Aspen affirmation—enigma