Whisper Well

You make your way to a clearing in the strange forerst. Old watchtowers lay in crumbling ruin and ominous scarlet trees sprout from the wreckage of longago homes. Nevertheless, the well of this once-village is still lit by a solitary stained glass lantern. The well itself is still in good condition, and appears to have been tiled with lapis lazuli. Why such a remarkable thing has been left in this place, you do not know.

Peering down into the well you see a rainbow of color within its reservoir and gently pulsing light. Every few moments the light swells and a pops like a bubble. Fragmentary voices echo in your ears. You get the sense that if you spoke into the well, something would listen.