Hush… Hush-hush… Something stirs behind the trees… Something breathes beneath your knees… Roots are twitching under skin, Shadows whisper deep within. Neon pulses through the bark, Every leaf records your mark. Footsteps soft — the ground remembers. Ashes fall like cold December. The forest listens, feels your fear, It knows you’re close. It knows you’re near. Hush-hush-hush — a mouse did scurry, Hush-hush-hush — the reeds did flurry, Naughty woodpecker, forest trickster, Peeled the sixth pinecone — whisper by whisper. What’s that rustle? Ears are ringing, Someone’s breathing — softer, clinging. Someone’s rising — higher, higher, Someone whispers: “Quieter… Quieter…” Hush… Hush-hush… Peel the sixth… Quieter… shhh… Code is carved in moss and stone, Heartbeats sync with dial tone. Forest hums in infrared, Ghosts are dancing overhead. Are you real — or just projection? Words dissolve in dark connection. The mouse is guide, the cone is key, Between the trees — you cease to be. Hush-hush-hush — a mouse did scurry, Hush-hush-hush — the reeds did flurry, Naughty woodpecker, forest trickster, Peeled the sixth pinecone — whisper by whisper. What’s that rustle? Ears are ringing, Someone’s breathing — softer, clinging. Someone’s rising — higher, higher, Someone whispers: “Quieter… Quieter…” “Hush… Sixth… Cone… Whisper…” Six steps back — don’t turn around. Sixth pinecone — falls with sound. Hush the voice, hush the flame… Nothing here remembers names. You stayed too long. Now you belong. Hush… [END]
