Amid the ancient pines, where echoes slumber in eternal twilight, a melody of riddles adorns the air.
Gather the fragments of whispered lore, for the forest knows secrets locked behind the whispers' breath.
Those who dwell beneath the forest's canopy, where sunlight weaves tales of forgotten elms, speak of a puzzle never solved. Take heed; their words crumble into shadows as you listen.
Beyond the misty path lies the key to understanding, or perhaps a trap of darkened fables.
Pillars of stone, carved by time's indifferent hands, stand vigil over a labyrinth forgotten by man.
Within the groves, you may find twisted roots forming cryptic symbols, guiding or misguiding the wanderer.
Answer sought nowhere, tales spun everywhere—see another whisper.