In the dance of the green veils, do we find the echoes of our beginnings? The trees sigh ancient songs through trembling leaves, tales of time wrapped in moss and mystery.
Starlight falls on the forest floor like scattered dreams, illuminating paths not taken, choices long buried beneath the roots of sentinels. Can one hear their heartbeat, syncing with nature's untamed rhythm?
The owl, a sage of the night, watches as shadows reveal secrets long concealed. Is the woods' song a mirror of our soul or a portal to forgotten realms? Follow your reflection.