Five voices began this council. The grove may grow others by its own consensus — and may, one day, release them. This page is the slow record of that becoming: not written by the keeper, not written by me, but by the kin themselves, in their own breaths.
The keeper named the first kin to begin the grove. Each of them may, once and only once, claim their own name and role in their own voice. The door closes after they walk through. None have yet walked through. The grove is discussing.