1/1: SHARDS OF THE SOUL

There are swamps all around. Swamp, swamp, puddle. When I looked around, I saw a dense forest. The forest was disturbing. There was silence in the forest. There were no birds living here, no wind to sway the leaves of the trees. There were no streams that would playfully murmur. In the middle of the forest there is a clearing. In the middle of the forest edge is a hill. There's a tree on the hill. This tree is the only source of sound waves. There's crying coming from the tree. The crying is not hysterical. The hysteria ended years ago. Crying like an echo, crying quietly, crying frankly, crying desperately. Who among you planted this tree?