Once upon a time, in a world of whispers, the trees would pop and crackle, like a bowl of cereal at dawn. This is a place where silence had a sound, and reticence was a secret song only the brave could hum.
Little feet padded upon the moss, seeking the shadow of the ancient oak where the initiation began. To speak was to break the spell, the first task of many a newcomer. A sweet, soft rumble rolled underfoot; it was the gentle heartbeat of the forest.
"Can you feel it?" asked a voice that was both here and not here. The path twisted into unexplored corners, and only the stars overhead knew the secrets held within the trees.
Whisper the Secrets Join the Rite Echo of the Trees