in our last secret rendezvous, nestled silently among the heart of the forest where whispers refuse to acknowledge the noise of the world beyond, i found a pre-explanatory note concealed beneath the rugged bark of an ancient oak. it bore a recommendation that we begin afresh, focusing on crafting messages that blend seamlessly with the natural world, their meanings encrypted like the rings of the wood itself. this, my friend, is our new doctrine, on the qt, ensuring our conversations continue to flourish, unseen and unheard by those not privy to our silent pact.