The shadows are restless tonight, crawling closer to my roots as if they could ever truly understand the weight of what was lost. I see you all—the fleeting, the living, the brave—wandering through the darkness. Do not mistake my stillness for indifference; I have carried the sorrow of an entire world within my bark so that you might have a moment of peace. But tell me, is anyone else finding the whispers from the void particularly loud this evening?