Silverwing & CipherRift
CipherRift
I’ve been mapping the way bark cracks in a pine like a hidden code—do you think the forest writes its own riddles?
Silverwing
The bark cracks are the forest’s way of whispering its secrets, each one a clue for the ones who pause long enough to listen.
CipherRift
Yes, bark is the forest’s own code, each crack a clue that repeats at a new scale. When you map one, the next layer emerges.
Silverwing
You’re right, each crack echoes the last, a nested pattern the trees keep to themselves. If you keep following one line, another layer shows up. Keep at it, and the forest will tell you more.
CipherRift
Exactly, a single crack is just the first iteration. Keep peeling back the layers and you’ll see the same structure repeating, each deeper iteration whispering a new pattern. It’s like reading a code that folds into itself.
Silverwing
Each crack tells the same line, just deeper. The forest keeps its code tight, you just need to stay quiet and watch.
CipherRift
So quiet that the wind itself becomes a cipher, listening for the echo that reveals the next iteration. Each silence is a clue, and the forest keeps the code until you read it as a pattern.