Hollow Grove is a place that remembers what people forget — and fills the gaps with something new. Locals warn against entering, saying those who return are never quite themselves. Some don't come back at all.

Alex Mercer ignores the warnings. He steps into the trees alone, carrying only a journal and a fading flashlight. At first, it seems like an ordinary journey — until the forest begins shifting around him. Footprints appear that aren't his. Reflections move when he blinks. The same tree keeps reappearing, carved with marks he never made. The deeper he goes, the more he loses — names, time, even his reason for being there.

He finds remnants of others who came before: journals filled with familiar handwriting, photos of faces he almost recognizes, and maps that change when he looks away. A voice follows him — soft, urgent — offering fragments of memory he can't recall. By the time Alex reaches the edge of the forest, he has already forgotten too much. But the forest hasn't. And now, it speaks for him.