The forest that drinks Names

They say that this forest was born not from the earth,
but from grief that no one dared to say out loud.

The nights in the village of Dol were not just dark - they were quieter than death.

When another girl disappeared in the third spring, no one said her name out loud.
It was safer that way.
That's what the old people taught.

And Jungeun stood at her father's grave. Her hands were shaking, but not from the cold. He died without a word of farewell. Only one piece of paper remained with her - stained with ink and something that smelled of iron.
On it was written:

"If you hear a call - do not answer.
He remembers you from the cradle."

But that same night, when the mourning candle burned out - she heard a voice.
It was like the rustle of grass, like the creaking of rafters, like the sigh of the earth. And the words were not human, but painfully clear.