Undernaath the Pines

The Whispering PinesThe wind howled through the pines, bending the ancient trees intocrooked, unnatural shapes. Underneath the thick canopy, the forestwas alive with whispers-faint, like a thousand voices barelybrushing the edges of your consciousness. But they weren'twhispers of the wind. No, they were voices of something far older, something far darker.