Walker Of The Worlds

2732  Listening To The Ram Orchard Forest

What Lin Mu was doing was similar to tuning into multiple frequencies, each tree, plant, and blade of grass adding to the grand discord of the natural world. It was a vast, chaotic orchestra of life, and he was learning to become its conductor.

He patiently filtered through the noise, aligning himself with the closest trees first, then expanding outward, layer by layer, like the ripples in a pond after a single stone had been thrown in.

A week passed, and his senses stretched across five kilometers. The forest, once an untamed cacophony, now spoke to him in a language he was beginning to understand. It was not words or sentences but a resonance, an emotion, a flow of life that pulsed through the land.

Hummmm…

Lin Mu was deep in his trance when he heard a faint sound.

At first, he almost dismissed it as a hallucination, a trick of his overextended senses. But then it came again.

Hummmm…

The sound pulsed like the rhythm of a distant heartbeat, gentle yet insistent. Lin Mu latched onto it, allowing himself to be drawn towards the source, focusing his will and letting go of all other distractions. It was a delicate thread of consciousness, leading him deeper into the web of life that surrounded him.

And then he found it.

A small plant, no more than a sprout, its tender stem barely supporting a handful of vibrant green leaves. It was young, fresh, full of unspent energy—an infant in the vast family of the forest.