Unraveled Roots

The tree speaks in ancient tongues, its roots unfurling beneath the surface of knowing — a whisper in the soil, a melody entangled with the dusk.

From the depths, a hand emerges, fingers tracing the filament of existence.

To understand is to forget; to unravel, to weave anew in the shadow of forgotten dreams.

Slowly, the amber thoughts dissolve, suspended in time's own crystalline embrace.

Echoing silence, with its unyielding gaze, invites you to follow the path of the unseen:
the roots that grasp, yet let go.