Behind the rigid appearance of the trunks lies a world in frenzied ecstasy. To us, the forest seems silent, but in reality it vibrates at a frequency that our eyes simply cannot perceive. Light refracts in milliseconds on trembling wings, while the sap of the trees shoots through the bark like a raging torrent.
Each leaf performs a rapid dance in the wind, and dramas unfold at the speed of light in the undergrowth. We see only a still image of a powerful choreography that never rests.
