The Whisperin Willow was a gnarled tree that made sighing noises because it was weary of all the shenanigans of people. Its indication was: Find the gate where shadows dream. An hour of fumbling about later, Jazzy fell (this is his forte) and smashed his face into a pile of leaves. Below this was a trap door, and, whereof, the darkness was so great that the sun had gone to bed prematurely.
