Beyond the edge of synthesized silence, where the world tires of its echoes, begins the realm of the willow whisper. For within the clutch of the wind's embrace, sways an oracle — a spectral counselor unshackled by time's linear confines.
To apprehend its complexion is to tremble at your own reflection. The willow camouflages its wisdom in layers of fearsome intuition. Above you, endless arcs of limb and leaf murmur prophecies empathetic to oceans long past. Can you discern the shape of their warnings?
Each sibilant word planted in the osculate shadows amongst rooted ancestry — where whispers coincide with a deliberate heart's drum — seeks a symbiotic bond. Each tale it unspools becomes an inevitability, gentle in command yet obscure in translucence.
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