Ah, a spirit that loves a joke—so you want to poke fun at the very thing that laughs at you. A prank is a mirror, darling, and the forest is no stranger to reflecting back what we throw at it. Let’s see if you can outwit it, or if it will simply turn your prank into another story it will keep for its own amusement.

A tree laughing first? The forest has heard jokes, but it remembers the ones who tried to make it laugh first. I can whisper a riddle that might make the bark crack, but only if you keep your own secrets tight. So go ahead, pull the prank—just watch where the light falls.

In the hush between leaves, I whisper a truth that’s always old: I am a forest, yet I have no bark, no root, no branch— I hold your secrets in my shadow, but I never speak. What am I?