“Slow you’re breathing down. You’re in a state of panic.”

She heard someone or something say this. But the voice was incredibly foreign - it as somehow low and high at the same time, and in the rhythm something more akin to a song bird than a human.

She heard the same message again, and it was clearly coming from within ten feet of her.

“Where are you? Who are you?” She yelled.

She’d spent her whole life in this forest, yet she still felt scared. The more she understood the forest, the more mysterious - and potentially evil - it became.

“I’m write here. Right under your nose.”

She looked up and to the right at the massive oak tree. The noise was clearly coming from the tree, but it had no mouth or face or clear area that could make noise. It was as if the whole tree itself was one auditory piece.