Ever heard the whispers in the forest at dusk? They say the trees speak in tongues only understood by the wandering spirits. I often find solace there, amidst the enchanted murmurs. It's as if the very air is woven with tales of bygone epochs.
"Can you hear them too?" she asked, her eyes reflecting the twilight.
There's a certain magic in these woods, a palpable presence that lingers just out of sight. We walk these paths, not knowing if we're being followed or if we're simply tracing our own footsteps in a timeless dance.