The Hazel That Remembers

You enter a circular chamber where six moss-covered corridors branch between leaning stone arches. Moonlight pours through a broken ceiling, yet every shadow points toward the chamber's center. A black pool fills the middle of the floor, reflecting a flourishing hazel tree that cannot be seen anywhere else. Above each arch, three symbols glow faintly: a moon phase, an animal, and a gesture. Silver thread runs from a cracked standing stone into the corridors, twitching like a nervous spiderweb. Somewhere beyond the ruins, tiny bells chime whenever the stonework shifts.