Petrified grove

In the heart of an ancient forest, hidden beneath the canopy of surrounding trees creating eternal dusk, lies the remains of a grove older than the forest itself. What now remains of trees once full of life are several petrified stumps standing as gravestones to the life that is no more. Littered between them lie countless pieces of petrified wood. Life long dead but never buried and refusing to be forgotten with time.
Those who disturbed the peace and quiet of this place claimed to feel as if the ground beneath their feet was randomly rising and lowering as if something was sporadically pushing from underneath it. However, in this graveyard of many lives, only one is buried. Tangled in petrified roots lies life slumbering but not yet dead. One that refuses to die like the rest of them. Being as old as the grove itself. Nobody alive today can remember if the roots protect or imprison it.  

Dreams of what's beneath

Wanderers who got lost in the ancient forest and fell asleep on the petrified roots speak of dreams of a hill rising from the grove and a low rumbling voice speaking in an unknown tongue. After this, the dreams vary some speak of an amber eye resembling that of a lizard opening at the side of the hill and staring at them. Others recall the hill slowly leaving from the grove into the forest and the forest parting as if to create a way for the hill. Some claim it is out of fear while others claim out of respect. However, even they do not know how can they be so sure.