A Treatise on Secrets

It’s often said that half of the modern world is derived from bayzel. They’re a crutch, but one necessitated by an age hidden from prosperity by a veil of domesticated despair. Under their leaves we’ve seen dead languages revived, forgotten civilizations unearthed, revelations of philosopher kings of old told anew in the public square. They hold secrets not limited in size nor shape, in field nor importance. The conquest of Drawt was written an epic until Terrhaven of Botanica discovered a sealed account of his slave empire under a bayzel. But, for all that they’ve propped up the modern scholarly world, little is known about the true nature of the Bayzelis Vetus. What fulfills their predisposition for secrets? Many of my peers posit it as a matter of composition–everything from their false inner shells to the complex weave of their root system screams HIDE SOMETHING IN ME. It’s a design filled with so much entropy, so many random gaping cavities with seemingly no purpose, that I so dea

It’s often said that half of the modern world is derived from bayzel. They’re a crutch, but one necessitated by an age hidden from prosperity by a veil of domesticated despair. Under their leaves we’ve seen dead languages revived, forgotten civilizations unearthed, revelations of philosopher kings of old told anew in the public square. They hold secrets not limited in size nor shape, in field nor importance. The conquest of Drawt was written an epic until Terrhaven of Botanica discovered a sealed account of his slave empire under a bayzel. But, for all that they’ve propped up the modern schola