In the language of trees, understood only by those who hear their roots speak, we map the journey of an echo yet to end. The wind's symphony plays a tune forgotten by time, revealing the unsung choruses of sylvan spirits.
Navigate through the canopy of cryptic bark scripts, where each knot and groove unravels forgotten whispers of the ancients. The phantom carpet of leaves unfolds beneath your footfalls, revealing trails invisible yet palpable.