The Unspoken Language is a tongue that defies definition, a dialect that resists explanation. It's the whispers of the wind, the rustle of the leaves, and the creak of the trees. Or is it?
Legend has it that the Unspoken Language was born in the depths of the forest, where the ancient trees whispered secrets to the creatures that dwelled within. It's said to be a language of the trees themselves, a dialect that only they understand.
But is it true? Or is it just a myth, a fancy of the fanciful? Only the trees know for certain.
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