The forest speaks in murmurs. Echoes long forgotten... or perhaps never remembered.
Do you hear her? She calls, breathless like the autumn wind. The leaves know her name.
Once, there were paths here. Old paths known by the feet of the wandering.
We were here, once. In the shadow of giants, our voices were many. Now... silence is a symphony.
Wisps of memory fade, but some cling to the boughs. Listen closely, listen long.