Binary rustling—identify the rustle by its static signature. Each leaf's touch upon another forms a code: RIVETS OF RAIN.
In twilight's grasp, whispers translate: frayed signals ride upon winds, unraveling narratives etched in bark. Listen closely, they reveal topographies, seasons painted in audible strokes.
The language learned is neither loud nor spoken; It weaves through shadows as light wanes. Glean patience from the trees.
Your task: Decode. The forest speaks in dialects of silence.
Begin your journey in the rustling pages:
secrets or follow the path's echo:
Murmurs