Somewhere beyond the sea of stars, lies a path unwalked, where the trees hum forgotten lullabies to winds that have lost their names. The ground is carpeted with moss thicker than velvet, and the air smells like the memory of rain. Step lightly, for here lies the beginning of a journey without borders.
To the left, the path splits into shadowed whispers, winding around secrets held tight by the roots of ancient trees. To the right, a trickle of water marks a song only known to the stones that lie beneath the surface. Choose wisely.
If it is the heart of the forest that you seek, where twilight dances with the embers of dusk, then consider the unmarked trail that intersects here. A place where time bends and whispers, beckoning you towards the invisible doors.