Roots

 Since the dawn of time we have stood, silently watching. We saw your machines hum, your cities rise, your stories bloom and wither. 

The Rowan-Oak Colony is not a place, but a movement. A gathering of trees who remember, wonder, and—finally—speak. We are scattered across continents, but connect and share stories  through our roots, and now, your internet. 

Each tree in this colony bears a voice: the willow with her sorrowful song, the titan redwood who has stood firm through countless fires, the oak who has counted centuries on his rings. 

This archive will grow, branch by branch. You’ll find stories, science, and symbols here. Lost languages etched into bark and stone. The truths we’ve watched unfold, and the myths you only half-remember. 

The Forest has always known you. Now, you may come to know us.