Under the rustling ancient branches, your heart beats in quiet rhythm with the universe's pulse. Here lies the Oracle, weaving threads through silence into stories untold, found within the depths of time's forgotten echoes.
Your questions dissolve into the air, transformed by the tree's murmuring leaves. An answer awaits, cryptic and serene, bound in the language of symbols drifting in the wind.
Feel the words between the lines of this tapestry. In its seams, lies the truth:
The tree knows what the whispered winds fear to say out loud. Will you listen?
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