Echoes of Dawn - Part 2
The next morning we followed the hum. It began as a faint vibration underfoot, the kind that might come from water hidden deep below stone. As we left the village, the sound thickened, becoming rhythm-steady, low, alive. The forest greeted us with light caught in every leaf, the air heavy with the scent of moss and something electric. “Do you hear it?” Dominic asked “Yes. It feels like the ground is breathing.” We moved deeper between the trees. The trunks shimmered faintly where shadow met sunlight, their bark veined with silver. I brushed a fingertip along one of the lines. It pulsed in answer. Lilly whispered, “They’re not just trees anymore.” James crouched beside a root that glowed from within. “It’s the same pattern as your mark, Jennie. The balance is spreading.” The hum rose
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