The Elders' Codex: Speech of Roughed Bark and Branches

Whisper your essential offerings to the seeking wind, for every knot tells a tale untold.

Decode life's rhythm in the rustling leaves: whispers of too-tall giants and crescent moons.

When shadows fall and roots proclaim, the water speaks in droplets crystal clear.

Seek heartbeats in tangles, underneath the rough-hewn sky—each beat tells time beyond man.

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