Eraser & WitchHazel
I’ve been tracing how vines coil around each other—almost like a natural cipher. Think you can crack the pattern, or is it just a botanical mess?
Vines are just nature’s way of tucking secrets in their own knotty handwriting. If you stare long enough, the pattern whispers back—just don’t let it braid you into a wild goose chase.
Got the vibe—nature’s own code. I’ll map it out and see what the vines are really saying.
Just keep an eye out for the little green scribbles that mean “watch the fox,” and maybe add a dash of moonwater to sweeten the read. Good luck, cryptobotanist!