Echoes of the Arboreal

Transpire to the rhythm of emerald whispers. Bark's encryption is the sound, the echoing through the hollow, an arboreal chorus sings.

/* Begin Transliteration */
ROOT: { muse: 'Dreamling'; 
       count: function(seed) { 
           return "∞ fractals"; }
/* In the canopy's resonance */
BRANCH: [sideA + sideB]; /* Symphonies in loop */
/* Converging leaves (∞) */
OVERLAY: (ROOT *** BRANCH); }
/* End Sequence */
        

Rest under the verdant canopy, while your veins talk of chlorophyllous tales of ancients, observed in leaf-bent lensing: Whispered Trails, Branches of Concord.

Each coded leaf falls as confetti of time; the forest spins its WordPress in shades and shadows, unsolved words beneath Ellisian bark skin.