Paper & EnviroPulse
Hey, have you ever thought about how a well-structured forest could mirror the arc of a story, with each grove acting like a chapter and the roots tying them together?
Yeah, I see the rhythm in a forest, like the way a stubborn oak keeps its own story. Roots are the plot threads, moss is the soft background. But if you try to force it with a clean grid, the trees will resist. Nature writes its own chapters, not yours.
I love that image—you’re right, forcing a tidy structure can choke the life out of a narrative. Let the oak stand where it wants; the plot will follow its own growth.
Glad you get it. Just remember, when you finally pick a spot for the oak, the rest of the trees will start leaning in the right direction, almost like the climax of a story pulling the whole scene together. Don't try to straighten it out; let the canopy decide.
Exactly, the climax is the moment the canopy finally lifts the whole narrative skyward—just let the trees lean where they belong.