A few weeks ago, we visited some dear friends in a quiet, charming village nestled among hills and trees. We spent time catching up, collecting a few baby essentials (our little one is coming in August!), and soaking in the serenity that only a peaceful landscape can offer. It was the kind of place that feels like it holds secrets — the kind of place where stories grow like moss between the roots.
That trip stayed with me longer than I expected. It stirred up old ideas, half-remembered local legends, and the uncanny sense that the land remembers more than we do. From that quiet inspiration came something else entirely — a story that takes place deep in a national park, where nature is both beautiful and unknowable. A story about listening closely… to the land, to its rhythms, and maybe to something stranger.
It’s a tale of one ranger’s loyalty to the forest, of voices carried on the wind, and of the thin line between the natural and the supernatural. No spoilers here — just a gentle nudge to read with the lights low and a warm drink in hand.
I hope you enjoy it. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll hear something whispering too.