Then, with a final, gentle exhale of wind, the locket clicked open.
The sound was a cacophony of dry, snapping wood and the frantic friction of thousands of leaves rubbing together. It sounded like a crowd of people all trying to speak at once, their voices lost in a hollow roar.
It wasn't a soft whisper . It was a low, rhythmic thrumming that vibrated through the soles of his boots. High above, the canopy began to churn. The trees didn't just sway; they lunged, their limbs thrashing like desperate, drowning things.
Then, with a final, gentle exhale of wind, the locket clicked open.
The sound was a cacophony of dry, snapping wood and the frantic friction of thousands of leaves rubbing together. It sounded like a crowd of people all trying to speak at once, their voices lost in a hollow roar.
It wasn't a soft whisper . It was a low, rhythmic thrumming that vibrated through the soles of his boots. High above, the canopy began to churn. The trees didn't just sway; they lunged, their limbs thrashing like desperate, drowning things.
