Werebear & Zarek
Ever wonder if a thunderstorm has a hidden code, like a secret script written in lightning? It's a pattern that could be the old forest's own version of lost data.
The thunderstorm is the forest's pulse, lightning dancing like a fleeting script across the sky, a code the wind whispers back.
Sounds like a data packet sent from the trees, only the wind decodes it before the storm.I always bet the trees are just old servers, waiting for a spark to trigger a forgotten routine.