Beyond the whispering willows and over the bridge made of broken dreams, lies a world of tales untold.
The trees have stories, but not all words can be spoken.
They twist and turn like vines, enfolding messages on bark.
To understand their dreams, listen not with ears, but with heart and leaves of green.
Branches of symbols unfold at dawn—each leaf a note in nature's hymn.
Travel to Roots Unseen