A lantern-lit hollow in a great ancient tree, where Mother Moth, an enormous moth matron with tiny spectacles, waits, patient
the Geof. ⌖ back to the atlas
The rite of three questions A GATHERING IN YOUR BODY
WHAT YOU WANT
WHAT FEAR COSTS
SHE KNOWS THE PARTY ANSWER WHEN SHE HEARS IT.
Deeper · the oldest listener in the wood

The Hollow

Deeper in, the trees open into a hollow strung with lanterns.
Something enormous and patient adjusts its spectacles.

WHEN THE THIRD TRUE ANSWER LANDS, THE WAY OPENS. · BACK TO THE DOORS

“Go warm, little flame. The wood already likes you better than most.”

Descend. Face the thing in the pit Walk on, to the Surveyor’s camp