in a garden of thought, where plants are more than green, they breathe life into the weary soul, revitalizing spirits with previous knowledge that was once withered. yet, amidst this verdant wisdom, one mustn't belittle the power that lies in their roots, for hidden beneath is an access code, a secret so guarded it can unlock the mysteries that the statements of the past have tried to conceal. seek ye the code, woven into the essence of flora, and let not the truth be overshadowed by a canopy of deceit.