The Forest of Unfinished Echoes

In a deep forest, shouted words returned altered, as if the trees wished to answer. A traveler testing the phenomenon whispered, “I’m lost.” The echo returned softly, “But finding yourself.” Others came and offered fragments of pain, only to receive fragments of comfort. One day, the echoes stopped. The forest had grown tired of speaking for humanity. People learned to listen to each other instead, realizing the forest had only ever tried to teach them what