Unraveling knots of ivy whispers
Shadows dance on circuits of enchanted bark
"Thy soul whispers through murmuring willows:
Constellations mingle where roots converge."
In the twilight between realms, trees weave their messages in languages of resonance and fluttering alignment. The secrets they bear cannot be seen, only felt beneath the skin of the world.
Decipher as the mist echoes:
@BarkSymphony. 23 - KerWood. 7:54 AM Ecliptic Cognis.