An unexpected path unfolds amidst the obscured glades, murmuring echoes from an era untold, where echoes of footsteps are ethereal and transit scales unfurl silently in the violet mist.
Bioluminescent fungi line the trail, seeping gentle pulsing orbs of cobalt light; they guide the weary traveler, anointed in ancient phosphorescence, dancing souls’ calm glow adorning dew-laden fronds.
A timeless cadence reverberates, resonating between walls of fathomless foliage and the occasional cascade of silver motes trickling through the canopy - ephemeral constellations descended to shimmer earthbound shoes.
Beneath the canopy, there lie secrets wrapped in verdant embrace, oaths and vows recoiled in layers of amber decay. Beyond, the Whispers of Wanderers beckon silently, tethering passed souls across eternities.
No maps dictate its course, nor compass align the bearings. A saunter beckons, beyond point and compass into the heart of winding illumination. By nightfall, consider divisions across the stars