Book of R.E.M.

At three in the morning, the rain whispered secrets through the forest behind Billy’s home. Just three years old, he stood barefoot in the mud, drawn to a voice no one else could hear—a voice curling through the storm like smoke. “Come to us,” it chanted, growing louder with each step he took toward the trees. Before he could cross the edge, arms pulled him back—his mother, terrified, her eyes wide with a truth she couldn’t explain. That night was the first time Billy heard the forest speak… but it would not be the last.