The bark murmurs in the winds, an ancient symphony caught between the whispers of time and the song of the earth. Each echo a memory, a tale carved in the crevices of wood and life alike. Do you hear it? The timeless saga that binds us, unspoken yet profound?
Imagine, if you will, the bark as both fortress and forsaken blanket. It grows, encasing the fragile wood within—a paradox of existence, a guardian that binds yet liberates. The stories told by trees are not mere fables; they are living memories, breathing alongside their sworn protectors.
Within the heart of this tale lies the mystery of silent symbiosis—a connection unseen, but felt in every branching word, in each verdant whisper that dances with the cosmos. The sea of grass to the horizon's edge, a congregation of rooted dreams.