Maya

　　Despite Finn's earlier claim, the tree of life is what I expected—vast and colorful, with branches reaching out in every direction. The colors on the leaves are shifting in every color of the rainbow, and voices, whispering, and snickering surround me.

　　Finn walks closer to the tree, and I hug his thumb. "Those whispering voices... What are they?"

　　A gasp leaves Finn's mouth. "You can hear them?"

　　"Yes." My eyes are locked on the ...