idiosyncratic's Hibernal Den

⭥ before reaching the innermost parts of clan lothlórien's lair, you must pass through a dense thicket of foliage that towers above your head. you swear that you can hear whispers; chatters and chirps, not unlike that of birdcall.. only, there are no birds to be seen. occasionally, the great canopies shift in a way that seems too fluid, too fast or agile for forests of their size and age. you have the uneasy feeling of being watched. the trees are alive.