Organic Conduit

When he was growing up, he'd always hear stories about the tree deep in the forest that was connected to life. He never understood what that meant until he visited it, perching himself on its roots.

They stretched far beyond him, reaching deep in the forest, snaking amongst other trees and rocks, eventually diving into the soil, only to continue further away from the base of the tree. As soon as he sat on the roots he knew the stories he had heard were true.

People had always said the tree was alive, that it'd speak to you, that it was so vast that it could even reach those who had left this realm. He had always believed those tales to be something coming from grandparents who wanted to entertain the children of the town.

But, now as he sat there and the sun began to fall below the horizon and the mist began to creep along the forest floor, he swore he could hear whispers in his ear.