Steelbark & Kafka
Do you ever feel the forest is a kind of riddle, with each leaf a clue that keeps changing when you look at it?
Every leaf’s a little mystery, a quick puzzle that changes with the light and the wind. You learn to read the patterns, the scars, the colors, and over time you start to hear what the woods are telling you. It keeps you on your toes, but that’s what makes the trail worth following.
So the forest is a diary you keep turning, and every time you read a page the handwriting shifts. It's exhausting, but that's why we keep turning it.
Sounds about right—every trek is a fresh chapter, and the forest keeps rewriting the ending. It’s tiring, but that’s the price of living close to something that never stays still. Stick around, learn the lines, and you’ll find the story wants you to read it.
Just don’t try to read the ending before the tree writes it—then you’ll be the one who keeps the pages unfinished.
Exactly, patience keeps the story honest; rush and you’ll cut the page before the forest has a chance to finish it.