In the dim light filtered through emerald leaves, two souls interwove their dreams. The proximity of trunks, tended by time and forgetting softness, creates a cradle for whispered love. Tonight's air hums with silences, gathering secrets meant only for them.
The heart of the woods beats in consonance with newly discovered symphonies of life. Vow to the winds, branches your witness. Stand rooted, lean into each other's trust. Only once before has this dance commenced beneath arching bows.
Care for your tethers, lest they wither. Embrace the elder trees. Their growth rings tell tales of seasoned passion never broken, an initiation no tongue has dared consider. Fulfill the ritual beneath the treeform electric-veil.
Beyond the rites, whispers linger—those murmurs in tune with rain, wind, and ecstasy. They expressgers at . Harmonize susurrus with yearning lyre notes forgotten.
Embrace the Grove's Heartbeat