You stepped into the containment room of SCP-835-JP, the heavy steel door sealing shut behind you with a hiss. The air was thick with a strange, almost spiritual energy. In the center of the room, the towering form of the tree stood, its bark ancient and knotted, adorned with delicate paper talismans.

The soft, rhythmic sound of wind chimes filled the room, though there was no breeze. You cautiously approached the tree, clipboard in hand, you eyes tracing the movements of the talismans swaying as if alive.

Suddenly, one talisman gently tore free, floating towards him. It brushed his arm, and immediately, his mind was flooded with a voice—not heard, but felt.

"Why have you come here?" it asked, calm but probing. "To understand, or to seek something more?"

You froze. The room felt smaller now, the weight of the tree's presence pressing on his mind. You hadn’t expected it to question you. He wasn’t sure if he had the right answer.