Beyond the tangled underbrush lies a threshold where silence ends and whispers begin, weaving through branches like ancient secrets on the wind. Here, the trees breathe in rustling murmurs, their voices a blend of caution and allure, drawing you closer to their enigma.
Once, the path was worn by feet seeking solace among the woods. Now it crumbles, like forgotten dreams under the weight of moss and time, inviting the careless and the curious.
You pause, listening to the canopy chatter, snippets of tales untold, echoes of laughter that curdled into sobs. The air thickens, stained with the perfume of decaying histories and the sweet, sour tang of wild mushrooms hidden beneath the forest's leafy quilt.
Dive Deeper into the encroaching twilight or Trace the Murmurs back to their origins, should you dare to unearth the remnants of voices long silenced.