Forests: Whispers and Wonders

"Do the leaves sing, or do we hum the language of trees?" she whispered, handing him the ancients' rhyme etched in bark. Her hair floated like smoke in a whispered secret.

As he stepped beyond the threshold, the ground itself replied in echoes, ripples cascading through roots and stones. A gnarled oak bowed, its limbs curling skyward with an elegance that mocked the laws of earth.

"Tell me more of the sky beneath the soil," he asked, voice tumbling down deer trails like sunlight through spring leaves.

The air shimmered, forming letters that danced before his eyes: Where roots stretch beyond shadows, the true forest begins.

Dance with the Light - Followward to the paths where shadows twirl and silver whispers guide step.
Echoes of Silence - Listen closely, deeper into the forest's heart where sounds forget what they recognize as voice.