Among the spiraled roots, clocks murmur in languages known only to the whispering winds and the ancient oaks. Numbers woven into bark, revealing stories only seen in the shade of autumn leaves.
Tick-tock, echo-tree, echo-dream: time circles around the core, spiraling upward like ivy seeking solace in sunlight.
Different paths, whispered clocks. Find your way to Echoes Unheard or traverse the Secret Paths.