In the arboreal tongues, mysteries unfurl, like shadows tracing time in the bark's etching.\nAmong the whispering canopies, secrets of the cosmos abrade the ether around the roots of celestial wisdom.
Juno's frost crowned the leaves, yet beneath the lunar chill, a vibrato of verdant rhythm beats, encrypted in the dance of ancient branches.
Fathom the sorbet spun from the dark rings, and let the sylvan dialect guide thine understanding beyond the material veil.