Gentle wisps of vapor ascend, curling as if penning secrets upon the breath of night. The moon's pallid glow spills like scattered pearls upon the obsidian canvas of cosmos, illuminating the path where shadows dance in ghoulish jubilation, waiting just beyond the periphery of vision.
As you traverse this nebulous avenue, each step resonates with the echo of untold tales, lost somewhere within the ether. With every whisper of the wind, the trees murmur arcane verses, warding off intruders who do not heed their solemn warning. Beware, traveler, for the echoes may awaken slumbering spectres of forgotten lore; the intuition you once dismissed in haste becomes a fearsome guide at the confluence of dimensions.