The logs, those wise yet silent giants. What stories do they hold, hidden within their knots and rings? Secrets of a forgotten forest, shared only when darkness whispers.
Once upon a time, there was a stump that spoke with a voice like rustling leaves. Children would gather, enchanted, to hear tales of brave squirrels and mystical owls.
The truth, however, was darker. The stump told of times when trees walked and giants fell, of a world in which their roots could roam free beneath a sky unscarred by steel and smoke. Those logs remember, though their voices are soft, a melody of ancient pain.
Listen closely, for the mossy carpet breathes secrets. Can you hear it? The rhythmic heartbeat of the old forest, drifting like a dream upon the wind?
To the Journey's End The Tree Castle's Whisper