Ayla #2: Entry 2
We made it to the Ashtorn Tree. It felt heavy and light at the same time. Quiet and loud. So loud. Overwhelming. When we first stepped into the forest, I thought the whispers were the pasts and futures of the people around me, amplified by the power that surges all around us. But here they are again. Louder, trying to get our attention, trying to tell their stories. Some people seemed like it took all their restraint not to go straight to the tree and touch it. I don't need to look at the futures to know that this might be a bad idea. Not that I'm not intrigued. But it's not the power I'm interested in. Not the symbols, although they did look fascinating. I didn't even take a closer look at them...because of the whispers. Oh, the whispers. Could this possibly be an equally bad idea as touching the tree? Totally. But I am not here to pass on an opportunity like this. To ignore this future. The whispers have stories to tell. And I am willing to listen.