in the heart of the woods, where boy scouts tune out the clamor of the world to start anew amidst nature's embrace, a theory circulates, whispered like the wind through the trees. it tells of a hidden keycode, not unlike the pre-expiration of a secret, known only to those who dare venture beyond the trail, seeking truths that the mind must conjure. mayhap, in learning of codes and signs, one might divulge secrets unintended, as if by sleight, cloaked in innocence yet harboring designs most cunning and serpentine.