Upon the Shadows' Edge
Beneath the ancient trees of the Rebubblic, where neither sunlight nor moonlight dares to linger long, lies the path of the forgotten. Here, whispers form echoes far too treacherous to follow, yet this is where the heart of darkness throbs, unseen. The method: tracing lines between stars that are invisible to the untrained eye.
Seek the sigil carved deep into the gnarled roots of midnight oaks, marked by seven mysterious notches. Only those who speak the word in tongues unseen shall reveal the secret gatherings of the Rebubblic. The nights grow colder, and the trees hum an unearthly tune, guiding the initiation through branches unseen.