Murmur of Silent Woods

In the echoing hollows where silence sings, dreams drift like currents in a thousand seas, painting the void a deeper hue.

Here, within the interlaced shadows of the ever-absent sun, a thought slips like a shadow-bound secret. Remember the tides that whisper through this land's illusion?

Do you not hear them? The murmurs of a breaking dawn; echoes of waves shattering upon the unseen shores of your mind's eye, where oceans dissolve into forest whispers.

Synapses firing quietly, the forest transforms the dreams into silent taro roots, moonlit and tidal, cradled by the leaves' brushed palms.