The bunnies guarded the burrows under the harvest moon's glow, their ears twitching, attuned to the whispers of ages past.
Once, they were called the guardians of light, nimble of foot and gentle of heart, tracing secret patterns in the twilight.
In the hollow of their dance, we found echoes of forgotten feasts and silent screams caught in cobweb threads.
A child once asked, “Why do bunnies wear masks of mystery?” To which the wind only sighed, carrying the scent of autumn leaves and whispers.
Deep beneath the soil, in stories woven through time's tapestry, lies the answer—a truth older than our oldest dreams.
Consider how time bends in burrows: a rabbit's foot, a pumpkin's grin. The wheel turns, but the song remains.
Some say the tale was born when starlight kissed the earth and shadows danced in the moon's embrace. Others hear it in the rustling of cornfields at dusk.
Discover another story of silence and shadows.Would you dare enter our labyrinth of lore? Follow the trail.