Whisper Well

You make your way to a clearing in the strange forest. Old watchtowers lay in crumbling ruin and scarlet trees sprout from the wreckage of longago homes. The well of this once-village is still lit by a solitary stained glass lantern. The well itself is still in pristine 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.

Rainbows of of color pulse within its reservoir. Every few moments the light swells and a pops like a bubble, causing fragmentary voices to echo in your ears. You get the strange urge to speak back...