Beneath the earth’s veil lies a labyrinthine mansion—a vast network of roots, a silent system, pulsing with nutrients and wisdom. What confounds human understanding aligns perfectly with the silent language of trees. Life flows beneath the surface, an unseen current speaking in tongues shaped like lightning—not sharp, but a low hum, a murmur, as if ancient secrets are being whispered, exchanged in the dark. Here, deep within the soil, all beings share a connection, ancient and unbreakable. A place where new life is raised on the firmest of foundations, nurtured in the embrace of nature’s quiet power. The foolish believe the tree dies where it is born. But no. Trees are migrants of the soul. They travel through time, through bodies, always the same spirit, flowing along unseen motorways beneath the ground. They breathe life into new lands, once barren, now teeming with vitality. Do you believe deserts bloom without reason? Trees are nomads, educators, evolving with each new world they touch. But they are also conquerors, strategists. They move silently, either coexisting with or overtaking the land they encounter. While we, ignorant wanderers above, remain unaware of their hidden empires, their secret lives beneath our feet.