In the heart of the night, where moonlight dare not tread, there lies a realm untouched by time—*the Solitary Woods*. Here, whispers of ancient trees form a canopy of secrets, draped in the fogs of a forgotten past. The air thick with history, where every shadow casts a story of solitude and echoing dreams.
A lone raven perched upon the gnarled roots, its eyes pools of endless night—watchful, wise, and perhaps a little mournful. It knows the tales spun by the wind, a chorus of melancholy that hums through the branches. Beneath the canopy, paths wind like silver threads in dark waters, leading nowhere and everywhere at once.
"In these woods, silence speaks louder than words ever could..."