In the shadowed wood, where whispers weave tales of old, the lanterns flicker with stories untold. Beneath the waning crescent, they pulse—a rhythmic heartbeat of a forgotten lore.
Soft voices call from beyond the veils, drifting like fog on a starlit trail. Entropic echoes, of past and present, linger in twilight's embrace.
The Forgotten Cave Whispering Winds