A Few Whispers: Excerpts from the Hushwood
We remember the ones the world tried to forget.
She walks here now—soft steps, heavy heart—carrying the ache of a story too long buried. Her name is Zosia. Her grief hums low, like wind through our roots. She is searching for her sister, yes—but more than that, she is searching for what was silenced. What was stolen.
We watched it happen. We held her cries when no one else would.
In our shade, memories are not gone—they are planted. And though the world turns away, we do not forget. We keep the weight of sorrow. We cradle it like a seed.
Zosia thinks she’s the one listening. But we, too, have a voice.
And we are ready to speak.
For every hush, there grows a root. And where roots remember—stories bloom.
Available everywhere October 1, 2025
Read a few whispers, watch a few clips… remember.
Tiffini Johnson 