In the depths of the uncharted forest, where sunlight falters and shadows breathe, the echoes of a forgotten tale whisper.
When the moon is just right, at the hour between dusk and dawn, the shimmer of the path can be seen. A tapestry woven of shadows and light.
Lost voices sing a song without beginning or end — tangled in the roots of ancient trees, nestled in the hollows of long-forgotten breezes.
A traveler may draw near, searching for the thread of destiny spun within the marrow of these spectral woods.
Will you heed the call? Or will the songs remain unsung, their verses sealed within the echoes of shadow?
Chorus of the Breeze