To Sir Everbene,
Greetings, cartographer's curse or blessing, I know not. Take heed as you venture unto the Whispering Dunes.
Sand that mimics tales untold. I swear, it hums a tune only your heart will decipher.
Dear apprentice,
The Chimewoods await your curious eye. Trees of forgotten songs line the path, echoing the earless symphonies of this land.
Beware though, critters at least the size of your thumb play tricks with mirage and memory.
Everbene's Guide
Silvan Pass, where every very shade conspires for twilight. Walk slow and pause—it’s rumored You might encounter dillysap mists that jump at crisp thoughts to make them sweetly sour.