In the silence of the forest, there lies a song, unbroken, unhallowed. It is not sung by the voices of trees but whispered by winds that skim over the symphony of leaves.
We tread upon paths lined with echoes of footsteps past, finding solace in shadows cast and dreams whispered through cracks in time's curtain.
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Have we heard the lullabies of the fern, sung by leaves curious of their ancestral tales? Or the chants of moss, hidden beneath the silt of forgetfulness?
Listen to the Echoes of Eternity Wander the Forgotten Paths