Blackwater Islands mortality

the pair crossed through the dark wood that would soon belong to the speakers. their path soon led them to a clearing, a cluster of trees surrounded by a ring of pale mushrooms. the trees sat atop gnarled hillocks of root and dirt, carved hollow and sturdy for dens by some long-gone creature. perhaps wolves had done this. the prophet turned to her keeper.

this is a sacred place. what will we call it?