The forest breathes silently, yet its heart beats a story that goes unheard. Our team has uncovered whispers encrypted in the language of trees, a report woven between branches and roots.
In the hidden groves of Yggdrasil's kin, amidst the serpentine roots and verdant canopies, the foliage speaks of clandestine gatherings. Observers note the rhythmic rustling as a form of communication, akin to a dialect understood only by the keenest of ear.
Data collected at various nodes indicates a series of gatherings under moonlit boughs, where the elder trees conduct their symposia. The exact content of these meetings remains obscured, known only through the cryptographic shuffle of leaves.