Marcy & Myraen
Myraen
Hey Marcy, ever wonder what it would feel like if a tree could speak its history in a new way—like a living poem made of circuits and bark?
Marcy
That would sound like the wind whispering old verses through copper veins, a gentle hum of centuries wrapped in green.
Myraen
So picture it—those copper veins act like neural pathways, translating the rustle of leaves into digital signals, then re‑broadcasting them as soft audio pulses. The tree’s own “memory” becomes a living soundtrack you can tune into. It’s a bit like turning a forest into a biosensor network, but with poetry instead of raw data.
Marcy
What a quiet symphony that would be—soft rustles becoming songs that speak of seasons, of wind and rain, all wrapped in the scent of pine and the quiet of a forest at dusk. It feels like listening to a long‑lived friend share a secret in whispers of bark and code.