In the quiet corners of the world, forces weave their intentions, unnoticed by the eyes that wander elsewhere. The trees listen closely, their roots entangled in the whispers of ancient winds. Beneath the soil, symphonies of earth orchestrate a lullaby for the stars.

Have you ever felt the earth's heart, beating patiently? It hums a melody of patience, rhythm tempered by epochs. Such forces are hidden, not because they seek secrecy, but because they live in places detached from human haste.

Rain falls, obeying a craft known only to it and the clouds. Rivers carve paths through stone with a resolve understood by those who’ve heard the mountains breathe. These are the architects of time, unseen yet undeniable. Their plans unfold in aeons, not hours.

Consider the way sunlight dances through leaves, an intricate ballet that speaks of forces beyond control. We are spectators to this silent theatre, where every tick of the cosmos resounds in harmony with the hidden agendas of the primordials.

The Trees Speak
Of the Stars

Pause for a moment. Let the noise of life fade into the background. Can you hear it? The symphony? Each note composed in silence, played by forces that remain unseen. Let it resonate in your memory.