Their journey deeper into the twilight realm took them beneath the ancient canopy of the Whispering Woods. Sunlight, filtered through a dense tapestry of leaves, cast an ethereal glow on the moss-carpeted forest floor. The melodic pulse Anya had felt from the oak tree intensified as they ventured deeper, weaving its way through the chirping of unseen birds and the rustling of unseen creatures.
Pip, usually restless, moved with a hushed reverence. The melody seemed to affect him as well, calming his usual frantic energy. Alex, ever the pragmatist, kept a watchful eye for any sign of the malevolent force they'd encountered. Anya, her brow furrowed in concentration, focused on unraveling the melody's secrets.
