Do you dare to listen?
In the forest of whispered woods,
where the tales of golddust rain are spun,
a caterpillar draped in cocoa dreams
wanders through the echoing hush.
Its voice, a symphony of perilous delight,
dances through the verdant twilight.
"Trust the noise," it sings in phantom prose,
"for even bitter notes can compose harmony." - The Caterpillar