Have you ever felt the whispers of the universe in the rustle of a leaf? Within these secret woods, the trees speak a language older than time, woven with the fabric of stars and space dust.
As I wandered, I observed how the moonlight danced upon the bark—an ancient choreography hinting at truths veiled by the mundane. Each step I took was a word in an unspoken poem, inked not with letters, but with silence.
Return to the Tides
Listen to the Melodies