Haunting Whispers

As the group ventured deeper into the ethereal garden, they found themselves surrounded by towering, luminous trees. Each tree seemed to shimmer with a soft, otherworldly light, casting long, graceful shadows on the verdant ground. The air was thick with the sweet scent of exotic flowers, and the distant sound of a babbling brook could be heard.

Lyra couldn't help but be captivated by the enchanting scenery. She marveled at the intricate patterns etched into the tree trunks and the delicate, iridescent leaves that rustled in the gentle breeze. Kaldor, her ever-faithful companion, hovered nearby, occasionally adding his own musical notes to the natural symphony of the garden.

Silas, known for his deep connection with nature, reached out to touch the nearest tree. His fingers brushed against the bark, and he felt a surge of energy coursing through him. It was as if the tree itself was sharing its life force, filling him with vitality.