In Voicewood, every whispered secret and hushed conversation is absorbed into the trees, carved into branches and leaves. It is a land guided by the gravity of emotions, pulling at the souls of those who dare wander its paths.
To count an ear is to count a heart. Each ear, an entity that swallows sound and returns wisdom, yet in silence, it counts the air.
Steps you must follow when you enter:
May your path be ever winding towards understanding. The voicewood itself asks, "What do you hear when you listen to nothing?"